It's like absolute sharpness, concentrated a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.
Scorching to the eyes, piercing to the bone, fierce.
Just one glance can crush the eyes with its intensity.
The Half Step Eight Stage Divine Sword Rhyme naturally follows closely, making the omnipresent fierceness mysterious and pure by tens of thousands.
Under the entire starry sky, at this moment, it seems like billions of swords have spread, fierce to the point of endless annihilation.
And Su Chen is the source of that fierceness.
The source of that unyielding, fierce, and massive sharpness.
Su Chen's eyes are also getting brighter.
The Ancient Dust Sword in his hand swirls back and forth, extending and retracting, the edge burning, ripping through the dark night.
Under the black night sky, countless sharp edges spread, like countless fireflies gathering toward Su Chen.
At this moment, Su Chen is once again immersed in the way of the sword.
