The power of the sword is insufficient.
At least, compared to the pressure of that grey shadow, it is far from enough.
Yet, after this sword strike, that grey shadow seemed to be deconstructed by an invisible force into the most elemental particles of the world, dissolving into this world, returning to silence.
The grey shadow, which had previously been more formidable than the Demon Lord, was shattered and vanished with a single sword strike.
After the grey aura dispersed, the Spirit Blood Wheel that formed the grey shadow spun helplessly a few times before losing its luster, drifting without purpose, devoid of any Taoist Artifact might.
With closed eyes, Lu Qingshan murmured softly.
"In front of a Sword Cultivator, where is the Holy Demon?"
....
Without the grey shadow, without that heaven-like pressure.
Xie Qingyun straightened his posture little by little.
He descended with the wind, heading straight for the peak of Yue Hua.
