"Tsk… tsk…"
Hidden deep above the purple-white clouds, the sound of amazement echoed across, but not a single soul could perceive it.
The Celestial Transcendent was shrouded within the skies, his form no different than the auspicious clouds.
He saw the Divine Emperor of Death's skill in wielding the scythe alone was incredible, as his movements comprised the softness of yin, and then suddenly transformed into the sharpness of yang. Doing it with just a straight or curved sword was alone difficult enough, but this person was doing it with a scythe.
The difficulty of handling a scythe alone put many at risk since such a big weapon was full of holes and would easily crack under the penetration of a spear or the sharpness of a sword.
