Qingping Sword landed in Xiao Yi's palm.
Standing proudly in the sky, holding the Qingping.
A sword sweeps through the sky!
This sword is plain and unadorned.
Just a simple silver sword beam, emerging suddenly, the unadorned sword facing the apocalyptic devil's shadow. It seemed powerless, like a chicken egg striking a rock.
However...
Under the gazes of the crowd, they were shocked to discover that the plain unadorned sword held a mystery.
At the point where the sword's edge passed.
The gigantic waves and destructive storm.
That terrifying attack capable of slaying gods and exterminating immortals was forcibly split open with a gash.
This gash radiated brilliant silver light.
Just like the hope fire suddenly appearing in the night within the despairing darkness.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
This bit of hopeful fire, the light of salvation, tore apart the darkness in front with unstoppable force, destroying everything, vanishing into the world.
Boom!
