The most splendid moment in the Way of the Sword has indeed arrived today!
Chen Ao lifted his head to look at the sword arrays ahead, his heart surging with emotion.
"Haha, truly this is the general trend of the Sword Dao, my son—haha—"
His figure shot forth, his Flowing Light fast disappearing.
The other sword cultivators around him also pushed their speed to the extreme.
In the void, those top powerhouses from various factions who had fled were now looking back.
Since escape was predestined to be impossible, they only had the choice to fight to the death.
The powers within these powerful beings began to surge, fixing the surrounding void in place.
Streams of Origin and Rule Bending Powers interwove, endless phantasms shading the sky and the void.
These true powerful beings, since they had decided to give it their all, the means and powers they displayed were not like those when they were fleeing.
