This middle-aged man was a rare and powerful figure even among those of the Heavenly Rank, surpassing even Hè Lián Qìngtiān who had previously fallen at Pei Xuanjing's hands.
The terrifying murderous intent seemed to materialize, and in the moment he made his move, a long saber emanating an intimidating aura appeared in his hands. The saber blade emanated flowing light, and its sharp saber intent seemed to nearly slice through the air, cutting it apart.
The middle-aged man decisively swung his saber, a blaze of brilliant saber light illuminating the vault of the sky, turning the formerly dark night into what seemed like daytime under this dazzling saber light.
Looking far into the distance, it was as if the endless sky was being cleaved by this strike.
In the blink of an eye, all sounds on Long Street faded away, leaving only the dragon-roaring and tiger-howling-like echo of the saber ringing out.
