Meng Zhao's sword was not merely strong, nor merely fierce—it also gave one an utterly exquisite, breathtakingly beautiful sensation.
The Corpse Demon wielding the enormous bronze axe seemed to have been bewitched by that sword light as well. Its guard hung wide open, and the arm holding the giant axe was swept by a resplendent streak of sword light, severed cleanly. It fell through the air with a swish, the giant axe dropping with it and smashing a huge pit into the ground.
Meng Zhao's sword momentum did not stop. With unerring precision, it struck the Corpse Demon in the chest. Given his cultivation attainments, that tiny glint at the sword tip might have seemed insignificant, but the force of the sword could in truth pierce through a mountain and slay any Celestial Being expert.
This Corpse Demon's true body had been tempered by all manner of Yin Sha Qi for countless years and could be called indestructible. Yet it faced Meng Zhao, who displayed the ultimate killing power of a swordsman in full, vivid splendor.
And the War Sword in Meng Zhao's hand, which came from the Corpse Demon Plain, was innately brimming with Killing Aura and possessed an unparalleled advantage against creatures like Corpse Demons.
A supreme swordsman wielding a peerless sword—when man and sword became one, the might they unleashed was simply beyond description.
Even a Corpse Demon that appeared capable of placing enormous pressure on Meng Zhao, even threatening him, was left with virtually no strength to fight back when faced with Meng Zhao in this state. Its heart was pierced by a single sword strike.
A sharp, fierce sound, like the sudden chorus of countless birds, rang through the long street. The War Sword in Meng Zhao's hand erupted with incomparably brilliant Sword Qi, instantly