"Is Great Xia about to be finished?!"
Zhao Danqin listened to Jiang Chuan's words and sighed helplessly.
"Look on the bright side. Perhaps Great Xia will perish at the hands of the Returning Ancient Immortals and demon immortals," Qiuyue Bai comforted her.
Zhao Danqin: "..."
Everyone: "..."
You really knew how to comfort people!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sonorous Sword Hums rang out from the Purple Heaven Immortal Jade Sword hanging at Jiang Chuan's waist.
Supreme, greatest, sacred Sword Intent surged forth, as though a sword immortal had descended, ready to cleave the nine heavens above and split the Ten Lands below.
"I have some trouble cutting through vines, but cutting you down is indeed not difficult." Jiang Chuan stared at the White Terror Demon King and spoke again.
"One Sword Creates All Techniques! Such swordsmanship is already worthy of being called a Lesser Sword Immortal!"
The White Terror Demon King frowned tightly. "However, I am a true divine beast. My flesh is comparable to a Peak Grade Dao Tool. If you wish to capture my Primordial Spirit, you must first cut through my body. My body will block your blade, and then my Primordial Spirit can self-destruct. You will never be able to Soul Search me. Besides, Brother Vine is at my side. If it acts, you will have to pay a price today. At the very least, the cultivators behind you will certainly be caught in the blast."
"You won't be able to affect them."
As the Seven Swords King spoke, a translucent longsword that seemed carved from crystal appeared in his hand out of thin air.
With the appearance of that sword, ripples spread through the void.
The entire stretch of void seemed to transform into an enormous pass, separating the White Terror Demon King and the vines