The Golden-faced Sword God stood high in the sky.
The sunlight bathed his white clothes, which whistled in the wind, in a golden light.
Behind him were the ten-thousand-mile thunderclouds split in two.
It was the golden light breaking through the black clouds.
The sword's tip pointed to the strongest Celestial Pride of the Dragon Race.
"Can you withstand a single sword from me?"
Ao Sifang appeared unsure and suspicious.
But soon, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Pretentious."
"With your True Essence exhausted, your body decayed."
"What could you possibly..."
Even before the words ended.
Behind Zhao Fu, his Divine Soul transformed.
In an instant, Zhao Fu's body turned to nothingness.
He seemed to become a beam of golden light.
Behind the golden light was the phantom Dharma Aspect of a white-robed Sword God, whose face could not be seen clearly.
"I have one sword."
"It cannot move stars or pluck the moon nor shift mountains or fill seas."
