For a moment, in everyone's eyes, that sword aura, though clearly no more than a zhang long, seemed like a divine mountain of ancient eternity bearing down upon Meng Zhao. Vast, towering, magnificent, condensed, unyielding—it seemed capable of crushing even the heavens until they collapsed and shattered.
"Excellent Sword Intent!"
Though Meng Zhao had focused most of his attention on the Sword Dao Grandmaster who had just appeared, part of his mind remained on Li Xingchen. Seeing that mountain-like sword aura thrust forth, as though a sacred heavenly peak had collapsed and crushed heaven and earth alike, with an intensely condensed will charging straight into the depths of his mind, he could not help but offer silent praise.
This sword contained no so-called sword technique. It was formed purely from the fusion and manifestation of sword realm and Sword Intent. Its power could be called one of the ultimate moves of the Innate Realm. If the compressed, condensed power within it were truly unleashed in full, the area within a hundred meters would likely become ruins, not a blade of grass left alive.
Meng Zhao remained seated where he was, utterly unmoving. Facing the sword aura Li Xingchen thrust at him, he extended one large hand. His five fingers were crystalline as jade and white as snow, each finger bone like a proud and rugged true dragon roaring through heaven and earth.
Dragon qi coiled between his fingers, transforming into an incomparably terrifying black hole. In the instant it collapsed and contracted, it seemed ready to devour all things beneath heaven, even primordial time and space, returning everything to chaos.
In an instant, the sword aura fell into the dragon qi vortex between those five fingers. The moment the two made contact, a grating, agitated shriek like an electric saw