"Two moves, the Fifth Sword Emperor has done his utmost." Zhu Qilue sighed deeply as he gazed at the shocking scene before him.
The fragments of silver swords fell like meteors, crashing to the ground.
The Fifth Sword Emperor looked up at the sky, his eyes shimmering with silver light, staring unblinking at those silver swords scattered by the wind or falling like meteors, his gaze gradually filled with desolation and helplessness.
He sighed softly, with no expression visible on his face.
That was the look of enlightenment, indifferent to life and death, caring only about the sword.
"So beautiful."
The Fifth Sword Emperor exclaimed, his eyes never leaving the sky, seemingly admiring the beauty created by the sunset glow and countless silver swords.
He never once looked at Dongmen Buju, as if the man simply did not exist in this beautiful scene.
