Phoenix Perch Mountain's cave abode rang with a clear Dragon's Roar!
A dazzling golden dragon shadow flew out, and the sword spirit Wan Jun instantly returned to her true form.
Dragon Palace drew an arc through the void. With a distant point of Su Hao's finger, it locked onto its enemy, and the dragon shadow caught up to the spiritual light in an instant.
Sword control was one of the most basic methods of a Sword Cultivator.
In the hands of a Sword Cultivator like Su Hao, amidst his myriad methods, it appeared all the more plain and unremarkable—the Great Dao was simplicity itself.
"That is..."
Through the spiritual-light barrier, the Taiyuan Sword Master gazed at the divine sword so close at hand. Its profound and incomparably sharp aura rushed straight at him.
The instant the sword tip touched the mysterious spiritual light, the light silently collapsed. There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any collision that sent rays flying in all directions.
The Primordial Spirit hiding within was sliced through by the sword.
Scattered into countless specks of starlight, the Primordial Spirit seemed faintly drawn by some force, struggling to re-form.
Dragon Palace's blade turned lightly, becoming a streak of golden light that darted at high speed among those specks of Primordial Spirit light, stirring them up!
With every pass, it precisely shredded a trace of strange power hidden deep within the core of the Primordial Spirit. That power...
"One of the Sword Ancestor's three souls, Youjing..."
At the very instant the Taiyuan Sword Master truly died, Su Hao saw a fleeting information panel and caught the incomplete information.
He could not absorb this talent and could only watch helplessly as it vanished between heaven and earth.
Dragon Palace flew back into Su Hao's body.
The Essence-Devouring Divine Turtle stood