He let out a mocking laugh, shrugged his shoulder, and unleashed a sphere of Xuan Guang spanning over sixty zhang above his head. Within the sphere, three streams of radiant energy intertwined—blue mist roiled like ethereal fog, golden light gleamed like dazzling clouds, and fiery brilliance burned like crimson haze. Though the three streams twined together, they remained distinct and unconflicted.
As the two Flying Swords approached, the sphere of Xuan Guang surged upward and enveloped them in a single sweep.
A loud crackling rang out, and within the Xuan Guang, Star Fire exploded and fierce flames roared. In just the blink of an eye, the two high-grade Flying Swords were reduced to a heap of scrap metal. After spinning a few rounds within the light, not even the slightest remnants remained.
