As Taihao Yun Jue's thoughts raced, Su Yi had already charged in to kill.
From the moment he made his move, Su Yi had strolled forward as though taking a leisurely walk through a courtyard, his feet never pausing in the slightest.
Seeing that his punch had failed to truly break through that final curtain of heaven, Su Yi was somewhat surprised.
But only somewhat.
He stretched out his right arm, his sleeve billowing as his five fingers clenched into a fist seal, and threw another punch.
It was still simple to the extreme, and brutal to the extreme.
There was nothing profound about it.
Yet it carried a soul-shaking momentum, like the raging torrent of an era bearing down upon them—those who defied it would perish!
Taihao Yun Jue's gaze turned solemn as he unhesitatingly brought forth a Dao Sword.
The Dao Sword was four feet long, azure in color, its edge bright as snow.
With the sword in hand, Taihao Yun Jue's entire aura changed as well. He seemed to transform into an unparalleled Sword Emperor, his killing intent piercing through heaven and earth.
Clang!
The Dao Sword swung, sweeping up billions of streaks of clear radiance. Surging Qing Yi Rules erupted from within that slash like a vast river.
Qing Yi Severing Fate Sword!
The sword severed one's fate and cut off one's soul.
Against an opponent of the same cultivation, anyone struck by such Sword Qi would inevitably have both body and soul annihilated, reduced to Calamity Ash, with no possibility of surviving.
Crack!
The Sword Qi, like a soaring dragon, snapped into two pieces in midair.
Su Yi's fist force had actually shattered it with the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. It was as fragile as papier-mâché.
Most terrifying of all,