As the fierce battle entered its climax.
Master Qing Xiao pointed his sword to the sky, his whole body erupted with sword qi like a fountain, countless strands of azure-gold sword light intertwined and converged in the air, finally condensing into a thread as thin as a hair yet containing a terrifying power.
This sword thread was lustrous and smooth as if condensed from the purest Sword Gang, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort due to its existence.
Master Qing Xiao's gaze sharpened, and the sword thread shot out like a meteor catching up with the moon, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, aiming straight for the Thunder Giant, dozens of feet tall, behind Master Thundercloud.
Seeing this, Master Thundercloud snorted coldly, slowly raising his right hand.
