Angry roars shook heaven and earth, drawing down streaks of Heavenly Thunder.
Zhou Dao suddenly looked up, only to see an ancient figure being torn apart by the Sword Light within the brilliant thunder.
"Mayfly Swords!?"
"Brother Tao, is that..."
At this moment, both Wang Xiaoyi and Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but be moved. Such peerless sword intent, such chaotic and ruthless slaughter, such piercing sharp edges... was unmistakably the Mayfly Swords.
This sword technique, known to be unmatched in the world, was mastered only by Zhou Dao after the Previous Generation Yuan King's Extinguishment.
However, at this very moment, the immense sword intent bred within the surging Mysterious Light was clearly the Mayfly Swords.
"Indeed, it is..."
Zhou Dao's brows were tightly knitted, his face riddled with doubts.
"The guts of the Imperial Spirit Palace are truly big."
Just then, an indifferent voice echoed between heaven and earth.
