The sword aura fell, peerlessly sharp.
Like a thunderbolt crashing down, it was so dazzling that it parted the heavy rain in the sky.
This slash tore through the night sky as it flew toward Ning Jiang.
The sword aura was pure white and a thousand feet long, like a white rainbow piercing the sun or a comet striking the moon. Its momentum was unstoppable.
Even from hundreds of yards away, the countless Martial Artists on both banks of the Qingjiang felt the Sword Qi wash over them, a cutting sensation that made their skin sting.
The expressions of the many Innate List Powerhouses changed drastically, their gazes turning extremely grave.
"I'm afraid the power of this strike is a notch above even the Vajra King's."
The master from the Gale Sword Sect said gravely after some deliberation.
Duan Wuya was originally ranked second on the Innate List, already a notch stronger than Meng Bubai.
