"Impossible, impossible, your strength cannot be this powerful, you must die today."
Tang Qingyun's eyes emitted a startling cold light, his aura like mountains and seas, fully erupting, surging True Qi pulsing on his body, dispersing outward, as if activating some kind of secret technique.
"Xuantian Wuji, forge my body, Xuantian Sword, extinguish the gods."
In Tang Qingyun's voice, the Xuantian Sword, originally suspended in midair, drew a shadow across the sky, suddenly appearing in Tang Qingyun's hand.
"Boom!"
As the Xuantian Sword fell into Tang Qingyun's hand, the True Qi around his body suddenly erupted with halos of light, directly enveloping Tang Qingyun within.
Moreover, as the halo covered his whole body, Tang Qingyun's figure instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by a Xuantian Sword that stretched several yards long appearing in the air, majestic in presence, with Sword Qi trembling as if tearing the very space apart.
