The rusty blade, with its seemingly chaotic patterns, at this moment forms a complete Thunder Dao diagram.
The sword tip emits blinding purple-gold thunder rays.
Zhou Qing experiences a moment of enlightenment, flipping his wrist as the broken sword traces a mysterious trajectory.
This sword strike appears simple but closely aligns with the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth.
Where the sword tip passes, the space ripples like water, forcibly severing the aura locked onto his forehead by the elder!
"How is this possible?!" A trace of dread flashes in the elder's murky eyes.
Just three breaths ago, he clearly sensed that the young man before him was merely an ant at the Divinity Transformation Realm.
But now, the fluctuations emanating from him carry the same cultivation level!
Almost simultaneously, he swiftly retreats, creating distance between himself and Zhou Qing.
"I was careless..." The elder's throat rolls, cold sweat seeping from his back.
