In an instant, the Sword Light unleashed by Ye Tian seemed to become the sole radiance between Heaven and Earth, with blue and silver-white light enveloping and saturating all space. As the Sword Light advanced, it swept across every inch.
In its wake, only silent annihilation, a calm Chaos, remained.
Everything in its wake carried the flavor of prehistoric void.
In the Divine Martial Field, too many swords in the hands of many people began to shatter, especially those of the Sword Cultivators. Moreover, some Martial Arts Practitioners with insufficient strength tended toward becoming demonized under the aura of destruction, their eyes blood-red, as if they had fallen into madness, losing all rational thought.
"This sword..."
Even Lin Zhenwu's whole body trembled!!!
Could not believe it.
"Wind Intent Realm, Cloud Realm, Space Law, Sword Intent..."
These four types, for the average Martial Arts Practitioner, just comprehending one of them would classify them as a genius.
