The sword light wielded by Zhang Xiaoshan seemed like a dazzling sun, rising slowly from the surface of the sea, illuminating the heavens and earth.
This was the strongest sword strike he had practiced since studying Sword Dao, and it was a strike that caught even himself by surprise.
This strike also surprised the Moon-Slicing Venerable.
The last scene in Moon-Slicing Venerable's eyes was fixed on that sword-like shining sun.
His fine head flew out along with Zhang Xiaoshan's unbelievably skillful, incredible strike.
In the secret realm, the wind stirred Zhang Xiaoshan's hair and his robes.
He stood holding his sword for a long time without taking another step.
This journey into the Earth Immortal Secret Treasure was supposed to be the most dangerous battle.
But this battle, from beginning to end, was unusually abrupt.
"Phew—"
Zhang Xiaoshan waved his hand, and the Red Sky flying sword transformed into a red light, returning to the Sword Nourishing Gourd.
