The words fell.
The thousand-zhang Evil Sword swept across with the destructive power of annihilating the great curtain.
Silver Moon Venerable snorted coldly, "Ant-like power!"
He stood in place without even the intention to dodge, his palm slightly raised.
The black airflow surrounding him detached from his body, forming an endless black Great Wall between them.
The destructive sword light, arriving in a flash, struck the wall and embedded within.
"This sword to kill me?"
"Not enough!"
Silver Moon Venerable sneered in disdain; with a thought, the wall surged with terrifying negative emotions, rushing along the Evil Sword straight to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan remained expressionless, resting a single hand on his lips: "Six Parts in One!"
Chi-la!
Frenzied five-colored thunder erupted forth, coalescing into six grand phenomena, then, centered on Jiang Fan, transformed into a hundred-zhang five-colored giant.
