A massive illusionary purple sword materialized in the air, descending upon the black-clad cultivator with a deafening roar. The sword radiated an immense, oppressive energy that made even the black-clad cultivator's heart race in alarm. His instincts screamed that this strike was no mere illusion—it carried a formidable energy that could cut through the very fabric of space itself.
The illusionary sword emitted strong energy fluctuations that made the black clothed cultivator's heart palpitate.
'This... A sword art? And one comprehended to such a level! If he was at a stronger level of cultivation, this sword slash would be a very fatal and lethal strike. But if it's not so powerful, why is he using such an attack now?' The black clothed cultivator thought inwardly in the few moments before the illusionary purple sword came down.
Although he was surprised that a cultivator at such a low realm could master and comprehend such art, he still reacted accordingly.
