"Swordsmanship... also defeated..."
Yu Qianzi felt a bitter taste in her heart.
She watched the youth surrounded by thunderous patterns, like the rising sun, returning to his rightful throne as the master of the Sword Dao.
"These should belong to the Moon Vein!"
Yu Qianzi gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept defeat. The Taiyin Sword Intent spread in all directions, cold, illusory, expanding to a fifty-kilometer radius. Between the young man in green and the flying sword, she constructed a spatial passageway that existed between reality and illusion.
Boom!
The sound of thunder roared within Jiang Ding's Sea of Consciousness.
The sound was crisp and pleasant, like the clinking of jade, inducing an involuntary intoxication.
"The Taiyin lineage is indeed known for their Illusion Technique swords."
Jiang Ding exclaimed in approval.
