Above the Royal Capital.
Clear skies and vast heavens, blue dome and bright sun.
Everyone, in this instant, was drawn to that incomparably vivid azure sky.
Chii——
A streak of white light tore through the void, ten thousand miles in a breath.
With just a flicker, that streak of white vanished, impossible to grasp.
The next instant.
The color-drained heaven and earth regained their hues, the frozen world once more began to flow.
And at this moment.
The White-robed Sword Immortal's pupils tightened ever so slightly. Looking ahead, a solemn weight appeared in his gaze for the first time.
Because he saw a streak of white light spinning round and round in Jiang Ning's palm.
That was Sword Intent refined to the very extreme.
Now this strand of Sword Intent was like solid matter, whirling in Jiang Ning's outstretched palm.
Its momentum had not dispersed, still surging forward, yet it could never break through Jiang Ning's palm.
The next moment.
