Sword God Valley.
A cold light outshone the sun. As the midday sun blazed down, Qin Yang raised his Ziwei Divine Sword. Its edge bloomed with a frosty glint, and the world itself seemed to twist in response.
A bone-chilling killing intent swept through the air.
It was as if the magnificent might of the heavens was bearing down on them all.
Below in the gorge, the gathered citizens looked up, watching the scene unfold. A myriad of swords hummed, and the Sword Qi within the valley surged upward!
The black-robed man's path was sealed. He had nowhere left to retreat.
The same man who had been so insufferably arrogant just moments ago was now nothing but fish on a chopping block before the Jianghai Sword God, completely unable to resist!
"Don't… don't kill me…"
The black-robed man stumbled backward in mid-air, frantically reaching out to his side only to be cut by the barricading Sword Qi.
The sky, once vast and boundless, had become his cage!
"Venerable, save me!!!"
