"Hahahaha!"
"Ba Zunan, die!"
Black light tore in from beyond the heavens, three swords spinning around him.
In merely a few breaths, Hua Changdeng had not cast a single technique. With Ghost Hunter in hand, he had stabbed straight from the Northern Region to Lingyu Mountain in the Ghost Buddha Realm.
"That speed..."
Sword light brushed past Ghost Buddha, and the Three Ancestors of the White Lineage all felt their hearts tighten.
Too fast! If it had been a single Spacetime Leap sword strike, it would have counted as slow.
If it had been a blood-sacrifice escape art, it would also have been slow.
It was neither! This was pure sword speed.
Without the slightest infusion of spiritual essence or saintly power, without even a hint of embellishment from the Ancient Sword Arts' Eighteen Sword Styles, one force shattered ten thousand arts, pushing the "Way of the Thrust" to its utmost extreme.
"Wuwu..."
Ancestor Jinzhao began to sob softly, as though he had been frightened to tears.
The Seven Trees Emperor wept old tears as well. His heart surged and his thoughts churned; clearly, he had been badly shaken.
The azure Dao chains lashed about with faint irritation. Divine Prison Azure Stone made no sound, but Ghost Buddha upon the stone had already begun to shed bloody tears from both eyes.
"Something's wrong!"
In an instant, the Three Ancestors of the White Lineage came to their senses and gazed into the distance in utter horror.
At the end of the shattered currents of space-time, a white-robed, barefoot figure had appeared at some unknown point.
His face was expressionless. As the swaying branches of the huai tree withdrew, they became a human right arm, and he had just entered the shattered currents of space-time from the starry sky.
Bei Huai!
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