The saber light and Sword Intent filling the space between heaven and earth were like blades hanging overhead, even the Rogue Immortals and Deities felt a tremor in their hearts.
For a long time.
As the saber light and sword shadows dissipated, that invisible threat quietly vanished, and everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Wang Hu stood in the void, his expression dazed as he looked down at the Giant Sword in his hand, a trace of bitterness on his face.
"What an impressive Saber Technique!"
"I... cannot compare."
The words fell.
A gust of Qingfeng blew past.
His robust and burly body dissipated like an illusion, and the aura of dominance over the world vanished completely.
Across from him.
Fang Zheng, full of cracks, seemed like a ceramic about to shatter, yet there was a hint of struggle in his eyes.
"Crack!"
"Crack..."
Pieces of flesh peeled off his body, falling into the void, turning into nothingness, leaving only a pure white skeleton behind.
