Above the cliff, Li Qingqiu stood alone at the edge, surrounded by swirling currents of air. He opened his eyes and raised his right hand. As his palm spread open, tiny silver sword-shadows spiraled out.
Soul Seizing Flying Sword!
After studying it in depth, the Soul Seizing Flying Sword had finally reached an entirely new level.
More and more Soul Seizing Flying Swords appeared in his hand, numbering dozens, swirling like a swarm of insects.
The Soul Seizing Flying Sword was not merely a sword art, but also a soul-based spell. Even Jiang Zhaoxia might not be able to master it quickly. But with Innate Sword Maniac, Human Ghost God, and Thousand Hammer Hundred Refinements, Li Qingqiu had further perfected the Soul Seizing Flying Sword.
He flicked his hand, and the dozens of Soul Seizing Flying Swords in his palm shot out, rapidly growing larger as they circled through the sky ahead. They flowed like dozens of silver rainbows, forming a magnificent sight.
A smile appeared on Li Qingqiu's face. Though he had yet to cultivate the Soul Seizing Flying Sword to its utmost, he had already made it a peerless skill.
The Soul Seizing Flying Sword's speed and its ability to suppress the soul had both transformed. With a mere thought, it could burst forth at a speed that pierced through everything, delivering a thunderous blow to his enemy.
Li Qingqiu couldn't help thinking of the Ancient God raised by the Qi Clan. He wondered whether he could defeat it now.
The one piece of good news was that the Ancient God couldn't leave its place. That was also why the Qi Clan didn't dare act recklessly.
Without the Ancient God, the Qi Clan was no cause for concern.
He wanted to wait for Jiang Zhaoxia, Xu Ning, and