"Kill!" Xuanyuan Hao twisted his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, the sword light blooming with a chilling radiance in the dark night. The Sword Qi tore through everything, drawing a galaxy across the night sky as it slashed towards Xiao Tianyu.
This sword was the Xuanyuan Treasure Sword, passed down by the Xuanyuan family ancestors, cutting iron like mud.
Thousands of years ago, the Xuanyuan family ancestor, Xuanyuan Shi, used this sword to unify the world. Unfortunately, by this generation, the family's glory had faded.
The power of this slash was equivalent to an attack by a Peak of Perfection expert.
Yet Xiao Tianyu's expression remained as calm as ever. At the moment the Xuanyuan Sword descended, Xiao Tianyu clamped it between two fingers, astonishingly holding it fast between them. No matter how much force Xuanyuan Hao applied, the Xuanyuan Sword did not move an inch.
How is this possible?
