All anyone could see between heaven and earth was a sheet of snow-blue; nothing else was visible. After three tremendous blasts rang out beside their ears, the dazzling snow-blue radiance abruptly contracted and vanished.
Everything around them remained as it had been. Compared to before, there was no visible sign of anywhere having suffered a fierce impact. No one had even felt much disturbance in the air. After the three blasts and the disappearance of the snow-blue light, there was no further movement.
Almost no one had seen clearly what had happened. It was hard to imagine that Wangqing had already made his move. Yet the scream from Jin Tai's mouth could not have been false. Most terrifying of all, Nether Emperor Bai Qi and Bi Changchun had been blasted far away, blood staining the corners of their mouths as they slowly rose from the ground as though they had suffered grievous injuries. They were clearly wounded. Jin Tai's Golden Cloud Staff had been severed into two pieces on the ground...
Where had Jin Tai gone after that scream? Everyone looked uncertainly at Wangqing, who had just fiercely drawn forth that snow-blue radiance...
An imposing yet strangely shaped greatsword stood where Wangqing had been. Its crystalline snow-blue blade was a full five meters long, while its hilt was formed from six flying dragons. Flowing light coursed along the edges of the entire sword.
Such an enormous sword? Everyone was stunned. Bai Qi and Bi Changchun, both injured by that single strike, also stared gravely at the sword. One glance was enough to tell that it was no ordinary weapon.
With a soft "ying ying," the sword rang out and slowly sank into the ground. As the snow-blue greatsword disappeared, Wangqing, standing behind it, gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. Once the