"After you die, I will cut off your head and hang your corpse in the sky above Dragon Abyss City to honor the disciples and elders of Cyan Cloud Valley whom you killed."
An icy voice came from Zhuo Shiyue's mouth, and as the sound fell, a gleam of cold light flashed in his eyes.
In the next moment, a streak of golden light shone from his palm, swiftly darting into the sky and tearing through the clouds.
"Buzz!"
The space trembled slightly; the golden brilliance that had entered the clouds surged and transformed into a line of sword light visible to the naked eye, carrying an unparalleled power, as if it had sliced through time and space, striking down from the distant Ancient Era.
The Sword Momentum pierced the heavens, enveloping this world, and its terrifying aura caused everyone in the city to change their colors.
Heaven and earth also grew much dimmer at this moment, and in everyone's eyes, they could clearly see the trajectory of the sword light.
