"Sky Wolf Moon-Howling Slash, destroy him!"
Xiaoyue roared. A blade of moonlight tore through the sky, like a blade that could destroy the heavens, slashing toward Fang Mo.
Beneath that heaven-shaking blade light, Fang Mo was like an ant beneath the vast, bright moon—so tiny that he seemed destined to be crushed by the blade's heaven-cleaving force.
Fang Mo's long hair finally began to dance, and his eyes snapped open.
The wind stilled. All sound vanished.
Everything between heaven and earth slowed.
The blade rang out. Above the sky, nine blade prisons appeared. The Blood Fiend Blade Prison seethed with bloodlust; the flames of the Fire Prison surged, burning everything; the Lightning Prison Heavenly Punishment unleashed divine thunder across the heavens and earth; the Dark Prison devoured souls, its netherworldly aura stalking the night like a vengeful ghost.
"What kind of Blade Skill is this? Such terrifying power—it actually overlaps nine Blade Domains!"
"The Nine Prisons Profound Blade Record! This is the Nine Prisons Profound Blade Record of the Nine Prisons Sect, which once dominated for thousands of years. They say that once the nine prisons are united, it rivals a divine ability!"
"No way! The Nine Prisons Profound Blade Record is incredibly difficult to cultivate. Could he really have mastered it? How is that possible? How long has he even been cultivating?"
Those who recognized it at a glance saw the origins of Fang Mo's Blade Skill, and were instantly shocked beyond measure.
"No way! He mastered it?"
Qingshui was even more shocked. He had given Fang Mo this Blade Skill, never imagining that Fang Mo could master it. Looking at the nine Blade Domains taking shape, he felt his heart clench.
"This is insane! Absolutely insane!"
This was a profound Blade Skill—how could it be so easy to