Lian Lingxiao's phoenix eyes flashed with killing intent. The wrath of a Martial God was like the might of the heavens, as overwhelming as Mount Tai pressing down.
The limitless power of thought ability surged in like crashing waves, instantly submerging Ye Qingzhou's world of consciousness.
Yet in the profound, heavy, and deathly silent darkness, a ray of sword light broke through the waves, pierced the clouds, and stood proudly between heaven and earth.
Unyielding, dazzling!
A true strong person is powerful in spirit, having the courage to swing their sword even when facing the high and mighty divine spirit!
"Good sword intent."
In a fleeting instant of eye contact, Lian Lingxiao already felt the purity and decisiveness of Ye Qingzhou's sword intent: "Unfortunately, defying me, you will surely die today."
