These lightning bolts posed no threat whatsoever to the Human Race Leader, Suirenshi.
But they were enough to show just how powerful Ancestor Minghe's move was.
Ancestor Minghe's move truly deserved its reputation as one of the strongest sword arts. The moment he unleashed it,
the entire underground world was instantly swept by a bloody storm, and raging waves surged forth.
The entire underground space was forcibly transformed into a blood-red purgatory.
He truly deserved the title of Sea of Blood Slaughter.
Watching that peerless sword qi from afar, Kong Xuan's eyes were filled with an utterly terrifying gravity.
She didn't know whether her mastery of the Dao of the Blade could withstand it.
But she was certain she wouldn't simply give up.
She absolutely wouldn't allow herself to give up like this.
She absolutely wouldn't allow herself to lose to him.
If she really gave up, admitted defeat, or resorted to some other means,
her Dao Heart would surely shatter.
It might even collapse completely.
If things truly came to that, her cultivation would plummet beyond recovery.
She would never have a chance to return to her peak.
After thinking it through, Kong Xuan's gaze grew even more resolute.
Even if she lost to him, she couldn't simply admit defeat.
Having thought it through, she took a deep breath.
She gripped her treasured weapon, the Cold Yan Saw, tightly in both hands.
As she moved, the enormous saber in her hands began to hum loudly.
Then, an incredibly stubborn, domineering aura emerged once more.
Her aura of advancing without retreat and being invincible as long as she stood firm was now even more pronounced.
Knowing it might be impossible and doing it anyway—this was the pride of the Dao of the Blade.
Knowing she might die and have her