Yang Beiming's sword shadows were like beams of solid light that emitted an indescribable, imposing pressure.
One after another, billions of sword shadows converged into a long river, resembling the River of Destiny—visible only in the immediate vicinity, its end nowhere in sight.
Several hundred sword shadows arranged side by side made the sword river quite wide; the stars it passed were illuminated by the sword river, dazzling and beautiful.
Before Yang Beiming even made his appearance, the emergence of the sword river caused countless beings to breathe rapidly.
Everyone had heard of Yang Beiming, but how many had truly seen him in person?
"Is that the Sword God's sword river…"
Di Tianwu muttered as he gazed at the distant sword river, frequently hearing the Divine Emperor mention Yang Beiming.
