"The swords of the Purple Sun Sect are truly formidable!"
A fierce glint flashed in Xu Yang's eyes. This technique, Eternal Night Descending, was like Mount Tai crashing down—ferocious and unparalleled, completely lacking the usual grace and agility of sword techniques.
BANG!
The earth beneath his feet exploded as he wrenched his legs free. Just as he was about to strike Liu Qingyuan down, a sky full of sword light rained down like a storm, completely enveloping him.
Each beam of sword light held the power to pierce metal and shatter stone, condensed with astonishing Sword Intent, and tore through the air with piercing shrieks.
Xu Yang's fighting spirit surged. The Blood Prison behind him thundered, and waves of blood raged to the heavens.
BOOM!
He gripped his saber with both hands and slashed out. The golden saber light instantly erupted to a length of ten feet, its razor-sharp Sword Intent threatening to tear apart the very heavens.
