The first thought in Ying Xiu's mind was that Jun He was speaking nonsense, but the overwhelming Sword Intent raging across all four directions surged dramatically within Yun Lan Feng Qing.
In an instant, the waves of Sword Qi rolled like a wild tide, leaving countless deep intersecting grooves amidst the rocky ground.
Ying Ji's aura was indeed strong, yet faintly revealed an unstable foundation, a state of decline, like moonlight at a flick of a finger, its peak passing, awaiting sunset in the West Mountain.
Ultimately, the fierce winds beneath the sky gradually calmed, as robust and towering as sword energy, the flaming clouds of the sky reassembled, obscuring the mirrored starry sky like thick ink.
Everywhere in the mountains lay shocking grooves and sword marks, shattered stone walls, and broken trees, yet a force seemed to halt the momentum within the Earth Realm at the eastern fence, as if some invisible Realm energy blocked it.
