A terrifying image of destruction had appeared on the battlefield where Luo Yang and Xia Qingyuan were fighting.
Endless catastrophe swords were falling, turning the area into a chaotic space. Everything within it was being destroyed.
Divine light shone from Xia Qingyuan. She was enveloped in a lotus light curtain as catastrophe swords whistled by. Each one was filled with infinite violence, and they were Swords of All Heavens.
However, even though the catastrophe swords were so frightening, Luo Yang had still not moved an inch. He stood there, and the halo of flames around him was still as brilliant as ever. The divine fire light that he was shooting out was filled with incomparable destructive power.