I was born with fine brows, not inferior to any man!
Yue Qingping's Heavenly Sword move has put to shame all cultivators in the Eastern Continent, particularly the disciples of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect.
This is no longer a sword of this world, but a divine sword falling from the heavens.
The sword of the heavens explodes without sound, all its aura is fully retracted, no sonic boom is heard, and all great forces are contained within.
"This is the Heavenly Sword, the Sword Dao I have pursued all my life. Today I have witnessed it, lucky for me in this and all my past lives!" The old swordsman with his sword on his back looks up to the sky as if seeing a deity, his eyes wide open, not willing to miss any detail.
He is determined to etch this sword into his mind, to savor it thoroughly.
