From the black clouds, a young Daoist emerged, strikingly handsome with eyebrows sharp as a blade, a presence so unmatched it made the golden scale armor lights of the Imperial City lose their luster.
Sword Qi stretched thirty thousand miles, a single sword's light chilling nineteen prefectures.
Xu Qing stepped onto the void with a leisurely pace, softly chanting.
He could clearly sense that the old demon of Black Mountain had mastered another unparalleled sword technique, making even his Heavenly Demon Heart tremble.
Xiong Chan and the other four Martial Saints followed, forming the Four Symbols World Destruction Sword Formation; four vigorous flows shot skyward with thunderous roars, the world-annihilating heavenly power manifesting.
The tension reached its zenith.
The old demon of Black Mountain did not even glance at the formation set by the four Martial Saints, simply giving Xu Qing a look and calmly saying, "Xu Gongming, you cannot stop me."
