The crimson sword light tore through vast banks of cloud in an instant, like the rising sun breaking through the dawn.
"Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art!"
Su Fei called out in a low voice, and the Crimson Firmament Sword slashed out.
A hundred-meter-long streak of crimson sword light howled forth with a piercing sound that tore through the air, crashing into Yamamoto Ichiryu's blue saber energy.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted in the courtyard. Like fragile glass, the blue saber energy was easily torn apart by the crimson sword light, without the slightest room to resist.
The crimson sword light swept on without losing momentum, like a streak of crimson sunset haze, slashing straight toward Yamamoto Ichiryu.
Yamamoto Ichiryu's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with despair. He tried to dodge, only to discover that the sword intent within the crimson light had locked onto his body, leaving him utterly unable to move.
He could only gather his true essence, forming a thick blue defensive barrier before him.
The crimson sword light drew closer, and the last thing that entered his sight was Su Fei's cold, impassive eyes.
Rip!
The crimson sword light swept through the blue defensive barrier in an instant. The barrier in which Yamamoto Ichiryu had placed such high hopes might as well have been made of paper.
It failed to hinder the crimson sword light in the slightest, and the light then swept through Yamamoto Ichiryu's body.
His body, along with the Japanese sword in his hand, was sliced into several pieces by the crimson sword light. Blood and mangled flesh flew everywhere, splashing onto the corpses strewn across the ground. The scene was horrific beyond measure.
Yamamoto Ichiryu's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, seemingly still frozen in disbelief.
Why had his strongest saber