Liu Ming snorted coldly, his mind fixating on a sword technique.
The azure sword light suddenly intensified, sweeping down and transforming into a gigantic azure sword. With a mere flash, it split the gray light and swiftly enveloped the retreating humanoid Sword Soul within it.
Accompanied by a tearing sound, the Sword Soul didn't even get the chance to scream before it was shredded into pieces by the dense sword qi and, with a "bang," dissipated into wisps of gray mist. A strand of crystalline sword qi, as thin as a hair, drifted out, emanating intense fluctuations of sword intent.
Liu Ming felt elated and swiftly moved next to the crystalline sword qi with a flash. With a wave of his hand through the empty air, he drew this thread of sword intent energy into the spiritual sea within his body.
