That sword light rose from the depths of chaos. By the time it appeared, it had already crossed the boundless sky.
The sword light effortlessly pierced through the raging space-time currents within the chaos,
sweeping past all manner of mysterious, inconceivable Grand Dao Phenomena, carrying an incisive momentum that reached everywhere and pressed ever onward.
It was too overbearing.
And too swift.
Su Yi had only just seen that sword light when it cleaved through the air toward him.
Boom!
The ball of chaotic light enveloping Su Yi and the others was split open with a crack.
The sword light bored through the fissure and pointed straight at Su Yi's brow!
At that instant, time seemed to freeze.
Su Yi's soul stung, his brow felt ready to split apart, and an icy chill ran through his entire body as he sensed death rushing straight at him.
This was absolutely a premeditated sword strike.
If it was not unleashed, so be it. Once unleashed, it would kill without fail!
Who could have imagined that they had only just escaped the incomparably dangerous Ninth Fortress, only to suffer such a peerless, fatal assassination next?
As a sword cultivator, Su Yi immediately judged that the power and sword intent contained in this strike were far above his own—and far beyond what an ordinary Dao Ancestor Realm existence could compare to!
Su Yi had previously sensed such an aura from only a handful of people.
One was Zhi Wuzhong, one was Bu Sheng Han, one was Little Lord, and one was Old Lord Gouchen!
Without time to think further, at that instant, secret treasures such as the Book of Fate, the Nine River-Suppressing Tablets, the Sea of Destiny Cauldron, and As You Wish appeared before Su Yi.
Meanwhile, he drove his cultivation to an