The Plain Sword, about three feet in length, quietly suspended in the air, its blade's presence flickering between solid and ethereal, devoid of light and color.
As soon as the Plain Sword appeared, twisted ripples spread across the sky.
Sun Wukong sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the sword.
"What sort of sword is this?"
Before Sun Wukong could react,
The Jade Emperor grabbed the hilt and made a sweeping motion through the air.
"Break!"
Accompanied by a soft shout, the entire microcosm violently trembled.
This stroke of the sword bore neither Sword Qi nor a flash of light, yet where the sword's edge passed, black flames sparked and then extinguished.
A single stroke.
That single stroke tore through space, creating an exit.
The Jade Emperor did not desire battle and immediately flew out through the exit.
Sun Wukong couldn't even begin to intercept him.
"Eh?"
