In an instant, Yu Ziqing's aura began to soar.
His vision intensified to the extreme, and then he immediately began using the Dayan Preface to conduct deductions.
At the same time, Han Dong had already unsheathed the Black Sword.
In that moment, all the Sword Qi and sword light in the sky dissipated, even the sword in Qingping's hand trembled slightly.
That pitch-black sword light, although only three feet and three inches long, once unleashed, suppressed an area of three thousand miles, preventing any sword cultivators from drawing their swords.
Invisible ripples swept across the area.
All sounds were forcibly suppressed, including Yu Ziqing, who was already at Ninth Tier Peak, also faced suppression.
The rusty sword in his arms trembled slightly, and Yu Ziqing could confirm that he couldn't draw the sword now.
It was as if at this moment, the only sword here that could have free rein was the one in Han Dong's hand.
