The sound of the sword roared like thunder. With a single slash, it could blot out the sky and sun. This was the Sword of Might. My heart began to throb violently along with that sword, as though we had become one. The faster my heart beat, the faster its vibrations became!
It was as if it were my heart!
I watched as all the energy before me was cleaved apart by the Sword of Might and could not help reaching out to seize its hilt. The instant I touched it, my entire body shook violently. A sharp pain pierced my heart, and the sword actually vanished!
I looked left and right. There was no trace of the sword anywhere, only the thirty or forty remaining heavenly generals staring blankly at everything before them!
Long Xuantian had already been extinguished by a strike from my Purple Palace Heavenly Lamp, while the Four Generals of the Profound Heavens had been split in two by the Sword of Might and sent rolling back to the Upper Realm. The remaining underlings were no threat at all. The cultivators from Immortal Mountain Yao Pool and Beyond the Mountain arrived together, and I once again recalled the sword radiance shot out as the heavenly lamp, then went to harvest the soul bodies of the Orthodox Gods of Heaven and Earth!
The attack began in an instant. In my perception, the great number of Rogue Cultivators causing trouble nearby kept vanishing one after another. My expression changed drastically. How was that possible? Had some powerful righteous cultivator intervened in the battlefield? Was it the black-robed cultivator carrying the Ancestral Dragon Sword?
But I had not sensed the aura of the Ancestral Dragon. So who exactly was the other party?
I did not continue dwelling on it.