Ancestral Land, Divine Continent, Red Moon Grotto-Heaven.
Li Changxue held the Tai'e Sword and drifted to the skies above the grotto-heaven. Her eyes swept over it, and in an instant, she took in the entire situation.
Looking at Zhao Sanyue, whose face was covered in wrinkles and who seemed steeped in deathly stillness, a trace of surprise flashed through Li Changxue's eyes. Then, without the slightest hesitation, she waved her right hand, and the Tai'e Sword instantly transformed into a heaven-shocking sword rainbow that slashed wildly down toward Zhu Long below.
In one ten-thousandth of an instant, the sword rainbow split from one into two, two into four, four into eight...
Eight dazzling sword rainbows tore through the void and instantly plunged into the darkness that was struggling violently, nailing themselves right into the center of Zhu Long's heads.
In a flash, the great mass of darkness abruptly froze, and Zhu Long was beaten straight out of his shadow state and back to his original form. Like pitch-black flood-dragon pythons, his enormous dragon bodies twisted madly, yet his heads were pinned fast in the void, unable to move in the slightest!
The Tai'e Sword was a symbol of divine authority of the Weiyang Divine Dynasty. It not only carried the weight of rivers, mountains, soil, and grain, but was also the materialization of the power of humanity. Thus, this sword was incomparably heavy; none but an emperor could lift it!
Zhu Long was already "torn limb from limb," and now that he had been suppressed by a single strike from Tai'e as well, even with boundless Mana, he could not break free of his confinement.
Seeing that Zhu Long had been successfully suppressed, the huge boulder hanging over Zhao Sanyue's heart immediately fell to the ground, and a few traces