"Fall!" Yu Shengjing bellowed as the giant sword plummeted at an unimaginable, terrifying speed.
Tan Chang's heart pounded in his chest. What kind of sword is this? he thought in shock. It seems capable of tearing the very firmament apart.
Yu Shengjing was very pleased with the shock on Tan Chang's face, and he laughed heartily. "Years ago, I was mentored by Rong Sanyue of Hua Country's Penglai Sword Pavilion, a powerhouse in the Divine Gate Realm. Her mastery of the sword left me in awe. This strike… is the fruit of my enlightenment!"
In the blink of an eye, the hundred-zhang sword of spiritual energy had fallen from a kilometer high in the sky, looking as if it would crush the fragile bodies of Xu Lai and Tan Chang.
"Pfft!"
Unable to withstand the oppressive force, Tan Chang spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Supreme Emperor, the Mistress is calling you home for dinner."
