Hum!
The void trembled, as if time and space had been frozen, with an ancient and vast charm spreading within this thread of Xuanhuang energy.
A thirty-three-story pagoda appeared above Zhou Heng's head, where the Xuanhuang energy gathered, thick and misty like strings of jewels, draping down and enveloping him completely.
At that moment, Zhou Heng seemed like an ancient Immortal manifesting, embracing all things, accommodating all breaths, as if hiding the roots of the great Tao, the beginning of all beings.
"Flamboyant tricks, die!" He Yanghui, already burning with rage, had only killing intent in his eyes. The Taoguang Sword in his hand was no longer dull; it burst into dazzling light, revealing its sharp edge!
The Taoguang Sword is a blade meant for honing. He Yanghui had nurtured this sword for ten years, and in those ten years, he had never used the Taoguang Sword in battle.
To not strike is one thing, but to strike is to shake the heavens and earth!