Hum...
In the darkness, a dim light flickered, like the fireflies in the deepest abyss, tracing a strange trajectory.
"Is that... Zhoudao!?" Su Yaoji's eyes widened, her surprise mingled with doubt.
Suddenly, that strange trajectory, like a sword scar, shattered the void and extinguished the deathly light that was piercing through. In an instant, it pierced through the body of the Evil Lord.
"The Mayfly Swords... Is it really this sword technique!?" Su Yaoji's eyes trembled, almost unable to believe it.
"You know?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.
"This is a legendary sword technique that originated at the beginning of the rise of the Taoist Sect, from extremely ancient times."
"It is said that this sword is the number one in the world, overcoming the strong with the weak, boundless and limitless."
"What does that mean?"
Su Yaoji's expression was solemn; she had only heard mention of it occasionally from Yu Tianhe, the master of the Northern Bureau.
