"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique."
A clear, calm voice rang out amid the storm.
An incomparably brilliant ray of pure yang sword light shot from Chen Changqing's fingertip.
At first, the sword light was only three inches long, but the instant it left his fingertip, it swelled in the wind to a thousand feet.
The sword light contained the supreme true intent of slaughter of the Yin Yue Holy Dynasty, mingled with the pure yang Sword Qi of his nine scarlet-gold primordial spirits.
Boom!
The dazzling sword radiance swept across.
The myriad-soul storm that shrouded half the sky melted and scattered like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun the instant it touched the pure yang sword light.
Tens of thousands of wronged souls and vicious ghosts shrieked in agony. They failed to last even half a breath before the Pure Yang Sword Intent purified them into nothingness.
The sword light pressed onward without slowing, like a peerless divine weapon cleaving heaven and earth, and struck the pitch-black heavy sword hurtling toward it head-on.
Clang!
A sharp, deafening crash erupted in midair.
The peak-grade heavy sword in the Ghost General's hand, forged over a thousand years from nine nether dark iron mixed with the soul essences of myriad ghosts, shattered inch by inch from tip to hilt the moment it touched the pure yang sword radiance. Countless iron shards flew backward.
An incomparably violent recoil surged down his arm and slammed into his body.
"Pfft!"
The Ghost General spat out a great mouthful of black vital yin blood. The flesh and meridians throughout his right arm shattered inch by inch, exposing stark white bone.
The Three-Headed Black-Scaled Ghost Leopard beneath him, whose strength rivaled an early Tribulation Crossing cultivator, gave an even more miserable howl. The violent Sword Qi cleaved its enormous