Mountain Ancestor tightly gripped the sword hilt, trying hard to pull the sword outward.
But no matter how much force he used, the sword in his hand seemed to have forever departed from his control, no longer belonging to him or being subject to his command.
Ning Qi swung his empty left palm fiercely.
Mountain Ancestor's hands were forcibly shaken open by a powerful force, and he received a solid slap from Ning Qi.
Boom boom boom!
Mountain Ancestor clutched his chest, retreating repeatedly in the void afterwards.
A perplexed color appeared in his eyes, as he looked at the sword sheath in Ning Qi's hand, completely unable to understand what had happened.
"This is impossible!"
Ning Qi stood firm with the sword, facing Mountain Ancestor directly, and said calmly, "Nothing is impossible!"
As the black Divine Sword disappeared, the previously shriveled space instantly expanded again, regaining vitality.
