"Divine Skills, Chaos God Sword!"
Qin Wudao's expression turned exceptionally cold as he advanced towards Soul Martial Ancestor.
In his hand, the Xuanyuan Sword pulsed with Emperor Qi, further augmented by Chaos Qi. He seemed like a supreme sovereign from before the dawn of creation, exuding an ultimate sanctity.
Wisps of Chaos Qi drifted in the Void, making it seem as if time flowed backward. In the blink of an eye, the world appeared to return to a state of primordial chaos.
Heaven and earth were shrouded in mist!
Soul Martial Ancestor's gaze became dazed; he felt engulfed in darkness, in utter voidness, where nothing existed. He completely forgot he was on a battlefield.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light blazed forth, carrying an extreme sharpness, splitting the world in two. It was like a flame of life, banishing the darkness!
SPURT!
