The Four Immortal Slaying Swords had been broken!
Dead silence filled the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Meng Qi clicked his tongue in amazement.
The legends of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords were reflected across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, and in every world, they stood at the very pinnacle.
In any realm where the Four Immortal Slaying Swords existed, they were invincible.
Even at his strongest in his original world, he had not possessed the ability to break the Four Immortal Slaying Swords of that original universe.
Yet now, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords had been broken.
Whoosh—
Pan Shang withdrew his palm and looked at the Immortal Trapping Sword in his hand, which was blooming with crimson light:
"This is my world, after all..."
Pan Shang murmured softly, his voice rumbling through the collapsing Immortal Slaying Sword Formation like the detonation of a great cosmos.
Crack!
With a light squeeze of his five fingers, the Immortal Trapping Sword snapped!
As the fading Immortal Slaying Sword Formation dispersed, Pan Shang lowered his gaze and cupped his hands in calm salute.
At the Slay Sword Gate, Hong Yi retracted his fist and stood tall. He shook his head slightly, while the Jade Pure Daoist held a ruyi and remained silent.
Within the Slaughter Sword Gate, Daoist Zhunti wore a bitter expression and sighed repeatedly. Not far away, Meng Shenji and the others exchanged silent looks.
Within the Trap Sword Gate, Wushi lightly struck the bronze bell, making it hum and tremble, while the Grand Pure Daoist lowered his whisk.
Within the Jue Sword Gate, the Daoist of Shangqing rested a hand on the Green Ping Sword, murderous intent on his face. Hong Shang sat cross-legged, smiling without a word.
"Fellow Daoists, please."
Pan Shang cupped his fists, his expression tranquil. His