Jiang Ding stepped in.
Under the illumination of the Great Sun, a hazy and transparent figure emerged. The surface electromagnetic waves that rendered it invisible began to fade away, disappearing into nothingness.
Great Sun Sword Cultivation!
The embodiment of unyielding strength and upright integrity, magnificently and openly destroying external enemies, annihilating the weak within.
"This is not right,"
Jiang Ding couldn't agree with this.
He rose to his feet and flew towards the sky, ascending towards the sun's rays, standing thousands of kilometers above the ground.
Here, the beams from the Great Sun grew more scorching, with the oppressive might of the Great Sun Sword Intent becoming ever heavier; he had no choice but to unleash the Sword Intent of Destruction to fend off the all-pervasive will that sought to erode him.
"Come out, accept your death."
Jiang Ding said indifferently, looking toward the distance.
