Li Mo sat cross-legged in midair, unknowingly entering an indescribable state, as though every wisp of sword qi could be easily controlled.
The Bright Day hung in the sky, stirring the Yang Qi of the small world.
"Roar."
Elder Wuxin did not hold back; instead, he employed all of his arms in the sword duel.
A crack opened on his forehead, emitting scorching heat from his skull, exposing most of his brain, which was riddled with rotting scars.
"Chun... Chunyangzi."
"Chunyangzi, you dream of ascending Taiyi Sword Peak, but you don't have what it takes!!!"
Elder Wuxin waved hundreds of long swords, their light scattering, causing the nearby Daoist Temple of Juxin Temple to collapse in response, the cuts remarkably clean.
The surrounding sword cultivators hastily avoided the scene, unable to directly face the brilliance unleashed by Li Mo.
Only sword cultivators possessing Superior Sword Intent could disregard the glare of Sun Sword Intent and calmly observe Kou Xian Sect.
