An endless torrent of flying leaves battered Li Qingqiu, the deafening roar filling the ears of both him and Chu Jing.
As Chu Jing waited tensely, he suddenly noticed silver sword shadows gathering all around them.
Soul Seizing Flying Sword?
As a Sword Soul, Chu Jing had known for a long time that Li Qingqiu was studying this spell. Li Qingqiu had even used the Soul Seizing Flying Sword to slay the tree demon's clone.
But in Chu Jing's eyes, though the Soul Seizing Flying Sword was powerful, it was far too small. How could it possibly shake an Ancient God?
Yet the instant the thought crossed his mind, he saw the silver sword shadows around them burst into brilliant light, illuminating the city for a mile in every direction as they continued to expand.
The Ancient God's hideous face was bathed in silver light, its eyes filled with disdain.
Shen Yue, who was fighting, was also drawn to the distant glow. It wasn't just him. The fleeing commoners, merchants, and martial artists all turned to look, and even the Qi Clan warriors attacking Shen Yue couldn't help glancing back.
In the darkness, that brilliant silver light appeared at the edge of the horizon. It was like a beacon driving away the night, and also like the opening curtain of dawn.
The Soul Seizing Flying Swords around Li Qingqiu continued to shine with silver light, until at last they converged above his head into a gigantic silver sword shadow that kept growing larger.
The Heavenly Rainbow Sword still stood before him, blocking the endless flying leaves. Even when the Ancient God's wooden vines lashed at it, they couldn't shake the Sword Qi barrier.
"This is..."
Chu Jing stared at the silver sword shadow overhead in disbelief. This was the first