Yuan Qingque had almost forgotten when he had last drawn the Taihe Sword.
It seemed to have been nearly a thousand years.
The instant the sword left its sheath, a biting sword intent surged wildly from the half-exposed blade like a tide.
In that moment, heaven and earth seemed to shudder in fear, and frost and snow began to fall.
On the Eastern Li Demonic Dao's side, the fifth tier array formation Kuang Jiyuan had so painstakingly arranged was as fragile as thin paper beneath the Taihe Sword Yuan Qingque had unsheathed.
The cold gleam fell. The instant it made contact, the great formation was cleaved open, and the aftershock of the sword light smashed heavily into the very center of the great formation like a meteor.
With a thunderous boom, the most crucial formation disk and the spirit vein were both annihilated by that one sword strike.
Amid a flickering shimmer, the entire fifth tier great formation shattered with a crash.
The terrified faces of countless demonic path cultivators fell into Yuan Qingque's gaze.
His expression was icy. He raised the Taihe Sword in his hand and looked toward the two streaks of demonic light soaring into the sky.
They were Mingzun and Ghost God.
As the two appeared, the currents in the sky suddenly fell into chaos. Countless strands of demonic qi and evil qi were like enraged fierce ghosts, rushing violently toward Yuan Qingque.
Yet Yuan Qingque merely flicked the blade in his palm with a bent finger. A metallic sword cry rippled out, turning into formless sound waves, and all the strange, sinister fierce ghosts surging in from every direction were reduced to black smoke filling the sky.
"Mingzun, Ghost God, to make me use the Taihe Sword, you can be considered to have no regrets