Heavenly Thunder Sword Qi, coalesced into strands!
Nothing indestructible, all things cut apart!
The power of erosion granted by the Heavenly Thunder Red Light, the dark ink-colored Sword Qi, seemed like taking something out of a bag.
Everyone at the scene was shocked, unbelieving.
Even Yuan Zhenchuan and Liao Hua were at a loss for words.
Although Bu Zixuan had entered the Great Success of Realm, he had not yet fully controlled this power, yet he was after all a Perfected Realm Master!
Chen Yuan's sword strike, like slaughtering chickens and dogs, whom amongst the crowd could not be overawed by such momentum?
The disciples of the Wuji Sect were beyond incredulous, a proud child of heaven who could contend with direct descendants of the three factions, to be defeated in such a manner by Chen Yuan?
The now bisected Bu Zixuan, his eyes filled with incomprehension and shock.
