Lone Lightning Raced Through Daylight

"Water Ghost Evil Spirit!"

The moment Shen Mo sensed the disturbance in the Sword Washing Pool, he had already activated the [Glazed Buddhist Flame] divine ability, raising a three-foot barrier around himself that resembled both glass and white flame.

Only then did he lift his eyes and look toward the Sword Washing Pool.

It was difficult to describe this Evil Spirit's exact appearance. Under the observation of his Dharma Eye and divine sense, it seemed to be a man, a woman, an elder, a child; an ape, a wolf, a tiger, a leopard; flowers, lush grass, insects, snakes, lizards. It was not constantly changing, but existing in multiple forms at once—whatever one looked at, it resembled that thing to the utmost!

At this moment, the [Cicada Sense] Destiny had not forewarned Shen Mo of any danger. He did not know whether the [Glazed Buddhist Flame] had blocked the Evil Spirit's power, or whether it would only take effect after some time, as it had with Situ and the others.

Shen Mo had no mind to ponder it. He swung the Taiyi Sword.

The sword edge forged from immortal iron essence conjured a chilling Sword Qi dragon, carrying a swath of grim killing intent as it slashed toward the Water Ghost Evil Spirit.

It could be said:

Lone lightning raced through daylight; old ice stood in the autumn sky. Sword raised, heaven and earth grieved; a fresh breeze came from the eight extremities!

Splat!

The sword light cleaved into the Sword Washing Pool, sending up sprays of water and ripples.

Shen Mo's Sword Dao had already reached an unimaginable realm. Naturally, he could control it with perfect precision and would not destroy the Sword Washing Pool.

Yet, that sword strike—one that could be called nearly unmatched in this world—failed to inflict