"Name·Tide Rise!"
Xu Xiaoshou slashed with one sword, the sword light spilled silver, and the water color tore the sky.
This sword, like clearing Yin and Yang, merely its initial appearance, effortlessly pierced through the aura of Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng, tearing apart the darkness he brought!
"Tide Rise?"
Indeed, the tide rises in the Ghost Buddha Realm.
But this great tide sweeps the sky, the famous flow surges, is it more than just tide rise?
"Is Lord Shou joking?"
"This is called 'Tide Rise'? Isn't this clearly a 'tsunami'!"
Hua Changdeng's face finally became extremely serious.
In his eyes, this sword was no longer just a sword; when Xu Xiaoshou slashed with the stone sword, his world darkened.
At the birth of the sword light, nine swords leaped out between heaven and earth.
