The spirit of the Divine Sword, soft as water encircling a finger, obediently sat down by Ji Jingqiu's feet like a tame beast.
This scene defied everyone's understanding, especially Xuan Chongyang.
Since his debut, he had always been the one seizing others' treasures, never had anyone taken a treasure from his grasp!
The spirit of the Divine Sword had just come into his possession when Ji Jingqiu used his finger as a sword, slashing down.
The sword light was like an ancient, endless torrent of water, swallowing everything, infinite and boundless, instantly filling the starry sky.
With just one slash, he broke through the defenses of Xuan Chongguang's Divine Armor, still in self-doubt.
Poof!
Blood shot up high, painting the starry sky in a gruesome red, speckled with fragments glittering like Group Stars.
Ji Jingqiu used his finger as a sword, almost cleaving the Dao Ancestor Xuan Chongguang in half, half his body stained red, torn open with a massive wound.
