SHIICK!
This beam of sword light was blinding. Not even the scorching sun hanging overhead in a dark sky could rival its brilliance. So much so that Shen Shaotian, who was already wielding his sword, instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes.
The overwhelming sword qi surged, boundless and vast, reaching the highest heavens. It exuded an awe-inspiring presence that defied description, as if it carried the will of heaven and earth, filled with the glory of ages. It also bore an arrogance sufficient to dominate the world!
This sword strike, unleashed by Chen Yang, belonged solely to the Ancestor of the Chen Family.
In that moment, whether it was on the banks of the Qingyuan River, in the crowd hundreds of meters away, or across the entirety of Cangyun City, everyone instinctively looked up. They stared blankly at the sky above, their expressions filled with utter terror and shock.
