From the void, Luohu's divine sense swept across. "Mere ants, and you think yourselves worthy of suppressing this Seat's swords? I'll spare your dog lives for now. Once I've dealt with Shichen, I'll take the heads from your necks!" Before the words fell, a chilling killing intent had already pierced through the air like a poisoned blade, stabbing straight at Primordial Lord of Heaven's mind.
Primordial Lord of Heaven's heart tightened, followed by rage blazing through his chest. He had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, and the pride in his bones was etched into his very fate. How could he endure such humiliation? His fury surged, nearly overwhelming his Dao heart.
Luohu did not spare him another glance. With a flick of his sleeve, a sword qi capable of cleaving heaven and splitting earth crashed down, slashing away every talisman deployed by Primordial Lord of Heaven. Then, with a sweep of his divine sense, he wrapped up the Four Swords of Zhu Xian and cast them straight into Deep Chaos. Almost at the same time, a formation diagram broke through the boundary from the Genesis World beyond the realm—ancient and unadorned, its edge concealed, its sword qi frosty—and also sped toward the chaos.
Luohu took the swords and grasped the diagram; his intentions could not have been clearer. Su Yang's gaze sharpened, and he immediately knew that Luohu meant to deploy the foremost killing formation, famed throughout the Primordial World and stained with the blood of ages—the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.
Su Yang reached out, his five fingers tearing open the chaos. A set of banners suddenly appeared in his palm. Their surfaces were covered in Zhou Tian Stars, and the Power of Stars was thick like liquid, strands of it spilling out and stirring the chaotic currents.
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