Waves of Brahma Sound emanated from Shen Haoran's lips. The countless sword phantoms filling the sky began to keen, and an icy chill swept through the great hall, making it feel like an Asura's hell.
Suddenly, the innumerable sword phantoms converged, and an incomparably brilliant Sword Light flared to life. The moment it appeared, the entire world seemed to dim in comparison, as if this single, dazzling beam was the only thing left in existence.
Gazing at the brilliant Sword Light that shot toward the heavens, the Martial Artists in the hall couldn't help but gape, too shocked to utter a single word. Beneath this Sword Light, they felt just how insignificant they were. Even Xue Shitian and Wuqing didn't dare to make the slightest move.
"Sever!"
