"Enough of your arrogance!"
An explosive roar came from beyond the horizon.
Following it was a majestic beam of sword light.
This sword light was like the sacred radiance shooting from the eyes of a long-slumbering Celestial God, which had finally opened its divine pupils.
Carrying a sacred white glow, it streaked across the void.
Sharp, holy, and unstoppable!
These three strange auras merged, coalescing into the phantom of a sharp sword that hovered between the tangible and the intangible.
BAM!
The sword descended from the sky, directly shattering the Third Master's vicious Netherworld Ghost Claw.
The brilliance of this one sword strike was blinding to the extreme!
"Who is it?"
The Third Master's expression suddenly darkened. His gaze, now tinged with gravity, turned toward the direction from which the sword light had come.
Atop a distant mountain range, a white figure drifted over.
He was cold—cold to the absolute extreme!
