A streak of sword light slashed in from beyond the heavens, so fast it came without warning, and hacked viciously into Luohu's back!
Luohu's whole body stiffened as he turned around in shock.
Su Yang's figure slowly emerged from the end of that sword light.
"You can send your divine sense across worlds; would the Myriad Stars Great Array I laid down truly be unable to accommodate a wisp of my True Spirit? Heh heh... Luohu, you're still far from being able to destroy the Primordial World."
Before the words fell, the Vast Sword let out a resonant hum and abruptly shot forth billions of strands of clear radiance. An indescribable, unfathomable sword mark manifested from nowhere, as though it had come from the end of time, or been born from the Origin of the Great Dao. Silent and soundless, it had already arrived at Luohu's brow!
That formidable wisp of divine sense was like a candle in the wind, extinguishing inch by inch as it silently scattered.
"Shichen..."
With Su Yang's sword unleashed, Luohu's divine-sense incarnation was annihilated on the spot.
All that remained was his shriek, wrapped in boundless wrath, echoing through Deep Chaos for a long, long time without fading.
The seven Devil Lords had vanished long ago, fleeing faster than smoke.
Su Yang had arrived with such urgency that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had always been calm as an ancient well, could not help but let a trace of joy rise at the corner of his brow.
Watching Su Yang's single sword eradicate Luohu's lingering thought, turbulent waves also surged beneath Hongjun's heart.
He took a step forward, straightened his robes and gathered his sleeves, then solemnly cupped his hands in salute. "Fellow cultivator, you arrived at precisely the right time. Had you been even