The resplendent Sword Qi filled the sky, exploding in the air like fireworks!
Though Sword Qi is formless, when imbued with Spiritual Power, it bursts into white vapor.
Diego Leopold died decisively, without even the chance to leave any last words.
The once lively Dark Moon Palace.
On this night, had fallen into silence once again, perhaps for the umpteenth time.
Or rather, shock.
The martial artists widened their eyes in disbelief.
This swordsmanship, was it really created by the West Tower?
By a young master?
The swordsmanship that Julius Reed had displayed was already dazzling enough to impress them!
But the last stroke, the masterpiece, overshadowed all the previous moves in its impact.
The previous moves, surprisingly, were a prelude.
A prelude to this final sword.
What kind of exaggeration is this swordsmanship?
In attendance were some masters of Sword Dao, yet none could discern the nuance.
