Mo Hua's heart tightened. He looked up, and saw the pitch-black night sky bright as day.
Up above, a Cultivator strode through the air. Pure white sword aura spread around him like wings, guarding his body—brilliant, ethereal, like an Immortal.
Striding through the air!
Feathered Immortal!
This was Feather Transformation—the power in its true sense.
And this Feather Transformation Realm True Man seemed to be a Great Commander of the Taoist Court's side. At this moment he drew with two fingers, and a heaven-rending Sword Qi fell straight down like a broken cliff.
When the Sword Qi plunged into the Great Wilderness Sect Cultivators' ranks, Spiritual Power crashed like a landslide, splitting open the earth.
Whether Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, or Golden Core, all of them were shredded to nothing in an instant by that dazzling Feather Transformation Sword Qi.
The might of a single sword, to such an extent.
Mo Hua's heart and mind were shaken; he stared, stunned.
