Yu Xiu's eyes gleamed sharply. His hands, held aloft, came together as though gripping a Dao sword, and he slashed forward.
At once, countless unfathomably wondrous strands of Sword Qi trembled in unison, their sword cries roaring out like surging tides.
All of them slashed toward Su Yi.
The entire Great Dao Battlefield shook violently.
Pain stabbed at everyone's eyes, and their vision turned into a vast blur.
With this strike, ten thousand swords were unleashed at once, vast and mighty as a river bursting through its banks!
Almost at the same instant, an indescribable sword intent began to spread from Su Yi's tall, imposing figure.
His entire bearing quietly changed.
Like a peerless Dao sword hidden deep within its case, it abruptly left its sheath at this moment.
Its edge was without equal.
Its sharpness knew no bounds!
Strands of obscure, mysterious sword intent swirled around his robes, his hair, and his skin.
Then, as he raised his right hand—
A strand of Sword Qi condensed between his palm and fingers.
In an instant—
The countless incoming strands of Sword Qi all shuddered, as though tightly seized by an invisible giant hand, and froze in midair.
The deafening tidal chorus of swords also became like the mournful cries of fledglings, their sorrowful wails shaking the heavens.
Everyone was horrified.
In their eyes, Su Yi stood there as countless strands of Sword Qi were about to strike him, only to abruptly halt in place, utterly motionless.
Like a frozen painting.
Yu Xiu's pupils suddenly contracted.
Before he could do anything, Su Yi casually swung his sword, like a Buddha plucking a flower, like a Dao Ancestor brushing aside clouds.
It was so understated.
So casual and unrestrained.
So much so that, when this sword strike emerged, everyone felt—
This sword