The Evolution of the Primordial World

Dense sword qi surged like a tidal wave, crisscrossing through the teahouse. In but an instant, it shredded everything within into dust that filled the sky!

"Hah!"

"Hmph!"

The moment the old man spoke, the man and woman's expressions changed. They both cried out softly as the flying swords on their backs left their sheaths, carrying shrill sounds of piercing the air. Before each of them, the swords formed rings of sword qi that collided with the tide of sword qi flooding heaven and earth.

Clang, clang, clang~~~

The sounds of swords ringing rose one after another, accompanied by splintered wood and powdered stone soaring into the sky.

The man and woman were quite capable themselves. They used Emei's direct sword-control techniques, and though they had acted in haste, they still managed to protect themselves.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

The man and woman looked icy. Completely unafraid of Mu Qingliu's overwhelming sword qi, they let out a long, piercing howl in unison!

Boom!

Rumble!!

The instant they cried out, a series of violent explosions erupted from the long street. Amid people being thrown into disorder, pedestrians carrying sabers and swords came rushing toward the teahouse from every direction, accompanied by the explosive roar of Gang Wind.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

Everyone spoke in unison. Roiling sound waves swept over, kicking up dust that filled the sky and charging into the teahouse in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahaha!"

After driving the two back with a sharp cry, Mu Qingliu saw the many attackers closing in. Rather than panic, he threw back his head and laughed. "I have buried my sword for sixty years. Today, I shall use the blood of you fiends to whet my blade once more!"

Amid his laughter, Mu Qingliu's body trembled slightly. His gray-white hair instantly turned black, the wrinkles