The Ghost Dragon with momentum like a tsunami, that grand strike, was almost unstoppable.
Especially that final claw infused with all its Yin Evil Qi, it was like the Giant Spirit God lifting the Taihang Mountain and smashing it down, the power was simply too immense, something human strength could not contend with.
But.
Who would have thought that Ye Qingchen, with just one sword, would split this Ghost Dragon in two?
"What kind of power is this! What kind of Sword Dao is this!"
Xie Tiankuang was in tears.
A feeling of asking the Dao in the morning and passing away in the evening arose from his heart.
The Sword Dao contained within Ye Qingchen's sword was far beyond what he could imagine. Even a Half-Step Celestial Venerable would be cut in half under this sword. With such power, how could one not fear?
"Roar!"
A sudden angry howl burst forth, awakening the stunned crowd.
Everyone quickly looked over.
They saw.
