Every day, Meng Chong used his blood and spirit to nurture his precious blade, the heart and sword resonating in unison. Finally, at the brink of life and death, the time to unsheathe his blade had come.
As the blade was drawn, its soul awakened, its will shaking the surroundings.
The sword light seemed to tear through heaven and earth, utterly domineering, unstoppable in its forward motion!
On the city tower of Wu Country's capital, the Emperor of Wu and others who were watching the battle from afar could only see that sword light. Despite the distance, it still exuded an overwhelming aura.
Their hearts felt as if they were being clenched by a hand, their breaths were held, eyes wide open and faces filled with shock.
The unsurpassed sword light, dominating sword intent, shattered the oppressive aura of the Blood Spirit Child, stabbing his consciousness.
"How is this possible, what kind of sword technique is this?"
The Blood Spirit Child was horrified and lost his color.