Under the scorching sun, thousands of Sword Qi let out ear-piercing cries and turned into a flood of steel, whistling and flying out. Zhan Wushuang, who was not far away, had been standing at his original spot the entire time. However, a vague trace of astonishment flashed across the depths of his indifferent eyes.
"Your strength is beyond my expectations. If we were in the same realm, I might not be able to face you. But it's a pity that there are no ifs." Zhan Wushuang chuckled as his pupils reflected on the approaching flood of Sword Qi.
The next moment, the torrent of Sword Qi tore through the void and descended. In almost an instant, countless Sword Qi swallowed him up.
At this moment, the void around Zhan Wushuang's location was being torn apart by the sharp Sword Qi. The pitch-black void was like a ferocious mouth that swallowed everything in its vicinity.
