The entire scene was silent.
Everyone stared, mouth agape, at the spectacle before them.
Gone were the dazzling sword lights.
Gone were the blinding clashes of Gang Qi.
The sword had vanished.
The Dragon Roar Sword stood rigidly pierced into the ground, unmoving, radiating vibrant and dazzling seven-colored light...
On the other side.
Fang Yu holding his hand against Gongsun Hao's chest... his hand empty.
The Great Sumeru Sword Technique left a sword seal on the floor.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
In the middle.
Gongsun Hao's eyes were fixed on Fang Yu, holding his breath.
After a long while, his battered body began to tremble, showing signs of collapse...
"You... you can also transform weapons...?"
"How... how is this possible?"
Fang Yu withdrew his palm.
