The Yu Venerable's soul split, with his burly build, maintained an air of tranquility, but a flash of dread passed through his eyes.
Since Xie Qingyun spoke with such confidence, it was no doubt that the next strike would be his ultimate move, not some minor skirmish or trivial attack like before.
The question remained: what would this ultimate move look like, and what kind of momentum and power would it hold?
The Yu Venerable's soul split had no answer, leaving him to watch the developments unfold intently.
Xie Qingyun held the Taoist Sword, Fuyou.
At this moment, Fuyou seemed to merge as part of his body, or could it be said that his body extended into the sword?
Either way, it was acceptable.
A Sword Cultivator and his sword are inherently part of each other.
With the sword, he controlled the Heaven and Earth Element Qi.
"Begin posture!"
Xie Qingyun swung Fuyou before him.
It appeared identical to every previous sword swing.
