At the crown of the towering purple Phoenix Tree, Phoenix World Zenith stood not far from Su Yi in white robes.
His gaze was bright and clear as he quietly studied Su Yi. Suddenly, he said, "Since you call yourself a sword cultivator, where is your sword? May I take a look?"
Chaos Mist permeated the air, while purple rain of light swirled about, making Phoenix World Zenith, clad in white, seem ever more transcendent.
After a brief moment of thought, Su Yi suddenly raised his right hand and swept his fingertip through the air.
A streak of Sword Qi slashed forth.
Phoenix World Zenith remained calm and serene, standing still as he allowed the sword strike to land upon him.
The Sword Qi shattered and vanished like a bubble.
Phoenix World Zenith was completely unharmed.
Even his sleeves had not stirred in the slightest.
Yet beneath that streak of Sword Qi, the surrounding area seemed to have been swept by a tempest, clearing away all the Chaos Mist and purple rain of light permeating the branches and leaves.
Everything became plainly visible.
Upon the densely packed branches all around them, strands of Order power appeared, like chains.
Those Order powers were formless and invisible, seemingly transparent. They intertwined with one another, like a spiderweb that layered over Phoenix World Zenith at its center.
Su Yi stood outside that dense "web."
"After becoming a condemned sinner, have you been trapped by these Order Laws all this time, Your Excellency?"
Su Yi examined those mysterious powers of Order as he spoke.
Phoenix World Zenith nodded, but did not answer that question. He merely said, "That sword strike of yours was rather commonplace. It might perhaps deal with peerless Dao ancestors, but against someone at the first level of the Ultimate Realm,