Murky Ice Crystals and the transparent Sword Spirit ground against one another, a violent friction that led to their mutual annihilation.
The sinking chill of eternal night madly eroded the Sword Intent within the Sword Spirit, attempting to freeze it solid and rot it away.
True Monarch Tong Xuan let out a stifled grunt, his face instantly paling. The backlash from his Sword Spirit, combined with that will of sinking despair, nearly shattered his Heart and Spirit.
His opponent commanded the power of heaven and earth, summoning infinite darkness.
He was facing an attack from a Great Realm, one whose stature was by no means low.
But he was, after all, a supreme expert on the path of the Sword Spirit. His Dao Fruit existed apart, transcending the One Hundred and Eight Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends Dao Fruits, for it had been personally nurtured by the Daoist Lord of the Wansheng Sword Sect.
