The Thousand-Eyed Demon Monarch widened all his thousand eyes to watch, as Shi Wanqiu said, "Fellow Daoist, feel free to display any swordsmanship you have."
Before Shi Wanqiu's words fell, Gao Xuan had already drawn his sword from the scabbard. The four-foot-long sword blade gleamed like clear autumn waters, and the aqua-colored sword light instantly grew brilliant.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon Monarch, with his widened eyes, suddenly felt a blinding light before him. In that instant, countless eyes were blinded by the sword light.
The eyes that weren't blinded all shed lines of bloody tears.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon Monarch let out a miserable cry, clutching his head as he transformed into black smoke rising into the sky, vanishing in an instant.
The sword light was pure as water, empty like the wind, yet it had the overwhelming momentum of a Celestial River bursting forth.
Silently and seamlessly, the sword light surged forward, flooding the entire Qianqiu Palace.
