The roar of the Sword Qi was deafening, resonating throughout the entire Divine Organ Ground. Two blood-red beams of Sword Light traversed the sky dome, lingering like two ancient rivers of blood. Amidst the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the majestic Divine Palace shattered into countless fragments, raining down upon the barren land like a torrential downpour.
At this time, Lin Xiyue and the others had retreated a great distance away.
"Master Ping, Luo Xiu will be alright, won't he?" Lin Xiyue's heart was wrung with tension as she gazed at the spectacular plume of dust churned up by the Sword Qi in the distance, her voice laced with worry.
Master Ping sighed. "It's hard to say right now. To be honest, this is the first time I've ever witnessed a battle of this level."
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In the dust-choked ruins of the Divine Palace, Dream and Asura cleaved through the destructive light-mist with a single slash of his sword. He then began to walk, unhurried, toward the Evil Ancient God.
