Of course, the various upheavals happening in the Netherworld had little to do with Zhao Sheng at the moment.
At this time, he was riding the Zhao Family's Flying Fortress, speeding towards the Central Continent over the boundless azure sea.
Two days later, above the vast and limitless sea, a clear cry tore through the void, as a sword dragon woven with black and white streaks flashed across the void, carrying an immeasurable and enormous Sword Intent as it slashed through the sky!
Within the black light was an ancient long sword that looked like a dark rod, and within the white light was a broad and thick long sword, shimmering with snowy whiteness.
The black and white swords intertwined and trembled, merging into a hundred-zhang-long sword dragon, slicing into a layer of thin grey light, where they exploded upon contact as if water met fire.
With a huge boom, the grey light spread across the sky, the sea below violently caved in for ten miles around.
Whoosh whoosh!