Dazzling light illuminated heaven and earth.
Luo Tongtian gazed down imperiously, the aura around him becoming unimaginably profound.
Within the sword-shaped mark between his brows seemed to lie endless power, its ripples spreading throughout his body in an instant.
Lin Xuan's eyes widened in astonishment.
He could clearly see Luo Tongtian's grizzled hair becoming tough and resilient before turning pitch-black.
Even Luo Tongtian's face had returned to its middle-aged appearance at this moment—eyes like stars, features carved as if by a blade, strikingly heroic.
"Old Luo was actually this handsome when he was young!"
Lin Xuan could not help but sigh.
At this moment, the fighting across the entire battlefield had already halted. Everyone raised their heads to look toward the distant sky, staring fixedly, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
"Sword Seed... Luo Tongtian, you actually nurtured a Sword Seed!"
Mo Chenkong's alarmed voice echoed through the sky.
During the earlier battle, Luo Tongtian had struck him with a sword. That power clung to him like maggots to a bone, and he had yet to recover from it.
Facing Luo Tongtian as he was now, he was truly afraid.
After painstakingly cultivating to the Eternal Emperor Realm and reigning over the Azure Cloud Realm, he did not want to die.
"Hiss!"
"If a swordsman doesn't nurture a Sword Seed, should he be nurturing women instead?"
Luo Tongtian sneered, then his gaze abruptly turned razor-sharp.
"Mo Chenkong, today, I will cut you down!"
"Boom!"
Mo Chenkong turned pale with fright. His power erupted violently as he rapidly retreated backward.
At the same time, he did not forget to unleash a terrifying mental roar. "Godheart Abbot, save me!"
"No one can save you!"
Luo Tongtian spoke again, his voice like thunder tearing through the air and surging across the heavens.