This strike far surpasses those of ordinary cultivators of the same stage. Even mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would suffer a small loss if caught off guard.
However, in Xu Ping's eyes, there was only a cold indifference.
"Slash!"
He pointed his fingers like a sword, and with a light flick amidst the sky full of soul-stabbing grievances and invisible shockwaves.
A clear, resounding sword hum echoed, like a dragon's roar piercing the heavens.
Seventy-three condensed sword lights, exuding a silent, green glow, instantly formed a massive Sword Array that enveloped the entire domain.
As soon as the Sword Array took shape, the countless soul-stabbing grievances, like moths flying into a fire, collided with the flowing cyan sword energy, instantly making a "sizzle" sound as they dissolved, turning into wisps of blue smoke and dispersing.
Meanwhile, the invisible soul shockwave was directly shredded and annihilated by the Sword Intent emanating from the Sword Array.
"What?!"
