Luo Shixin held a spear within the Black Qilin, a creature whose shoulders towered ten thousand zhang high, its galloping form spectacular, possessing a momentum that seemed as if it could not be blocked by mountains or rivers.
All the creatures watching the battle were so frightened they retreated, while facing Luo Shixin, Yang Beiming proceeded as if he were a god.
Billions of sword shadows floated behind him, far surpassing the Sword Master of the Xuandang Great World by countless times.
After all, each of Yang Beiming's sword shadows contained supreme sword intent, and randomly taking one out was enough to instantly kill the Sword Master's million sword shadows.
Meanwhile, the Sword Master also watched the battle tensely from atop the city wall.
"Is this the strength of the universe's number one sword god..."
The Sword Master murmured to himself, being the top swordsman of the Xuandang Great World, he had never imagined that the Sword Dao could reach such heights.
