The crowd was astonished, completely unprepared for how terrifying Chu Mu's Sword Dao would be, snaring enemies from afar, leaving them no chance to escape.
The Demon Lord locked onto by Chu Mu was filled with dread; at this critical moment between life and death, he fought desperately to save himself.
Puff!
Chu Mu did not give him any chance. With a swipe of his Ancient Sword, the Demon Lord's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, his Primordial Spirit turning to ash, with nothing left.
"Die!" Cang Venerable roared in anger.
Behind him, the shadow of an emperor loomed large and tall, like the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, stepping down towards Chu Mu.
This was the Emperor Syllable Mantra, Cang Venerable's most powerful form unleashed.
Yet, facing that mountain-like foot, Chu Mu merely thrust his sword upwards.
He was bold and spirited, the Ancient Sword displaying profound Taoist patterns.
Boom!
Chu Mu's terrifying sword pierced straight into that mountain-like foot.
