"I thought I had glimpsed the true mysteries of Mystic Profundity, but now it seems you came into contact with them before I did. In this world, the so-called powerful are merely trapped in this remote corner by their own arrogance. They have no idea how vast this world truly is...
Lin Shuguang, I am not someone who admits defeat.
Next, I will strike only once. The power of this strike comes from [It]. I don't know who your inheritance came from, but that doesn't matter. After this strike, you will die anyway."
Gang Yan's gaze sharpened. He withdrew the sinister formation's sword domain, extended his pale right hand, and pointed two fingers toward the sky.
"Heaven! God! Sword!"
Whoosh!
The lake suddenly shuddered and began to boil. Drawn by some mysterious force, great numbers of fish and shrimp within it were sacrificed, bursting into countless clouds of blood mist that stained the entire surface scarlet.
This eerie power was nothing ordinary Martial Dao methods could produce. The many powerful martial artists present all felt their hearts tremble.
The next instant, the Blood-colored Giant Sword surged into shape beneath the lake. As it burst out, it carried a rolling river with it. A hundred meters long, its formidable might inspired an irresistible awe that made people want to prostrate themselves in worship.
This power!
Everyone's heart clenched. Just what sort of inheritance had Gang Yan obtained to unleash such terrifying power?
The Blood-colored Giant Sword drew rolling thunder from the sea of clouds, as though some ancient, long-dormant power had awakened. At that instant, the destined souls of every powerful sword-type Artifact Spirit Master present trembled, seemingly yearning to leave their bodies and bow in worship.
Before anyone could retreat in horror, they saw a surge of Saber Intent-no, Sword