The moment the middle-aged man in white finished speaking, he swung his sword, a seemingly plain strike, yet it was imbued with infinite slaughter.
"This is Tier One Slaughter Sword Intent!"
In Chu Ming's eyes, this sword strike was slower by countless times compared to earlier. Simultaneously, atop the mountain peak, slaughter energy surged continually, and in an instant, the entire peak was filled with sword images. In this small world, all shadows were manifestations of Slaughter Sword Intent.
Puff!
In the sky, a blood sword seemingly descended, horizontally tearing the small world apart. Spatial turbulence surged, the surroundings turned gray, and the small world instantly collapsed.
Boom!
A roaring sound echoed in Chu Ming's mind, but it was followed by a clearer understanding of Sword Dao, making everything in space seem like a dream.
