Meanwhile.
Facing the sword Xiao Wusan had unleashed—a strike that sent ghosts and gods fleeing and made immortals and Buddhas tremble—Li Zhōujūn traversed the void, his azure robe billowing. His expression was utterly calm, as though he did not take this sword strike seriously at all.
Seeing this, Xiao Wusan felt an ominous premonition faintly rise in his heart. Could it be that even with his grievous injuries, this Azure Emperor is so composed because I truly am no match for him?!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Just as Xiao Wusan cried out "impossible" in his heart—
Li Zhōujūn moved.
His ink-black hair danced in the wind, and his azure robes billowed and snapped. Facing the incoming Sword Qi, Li Zhōujūn merely smiled lightly, plucked out a strand of hair, and gave it a gentle wave. In the next moment, a streak of sword light shot into the heavens.
When the two sword lights collided, the entire Emperor's Demise Battlefield was instantly filled with flying sand and rolling stones.
The two sword lights also canceled each other out in that collision.
"Using a strand of hair as a sword, it surpasses Dawn Breaker!"
"Even a grievously wounded Azure Emperor is this terrifying!"
At this moment, countless cultivators erupted in an uproar.
The Ninth-Rank Third-Realm Immortal Emperor of the True Sword Ancient Clan was clearly that Great Elder, Xiao Wusan.
And the sword strike from the Great Elder of the True Sword Ancient Clan had clearly been unleashed with his Ninth-Rank, Third-Tier natal Emperor weapon, because this Sword Qi contained the might of a Ninth-Rank, Third-Tier Emperor weapon.
Yet the Azure Emperor had relied on nothing but a single strand of hair to match him evenly. If the Azure Emperor had also used a Ninth-Rank, Third-Tier Emperor weapon, wouldn't—
this Great Elder of