As everyone watched in shock at the sword Cangxuan Tianzun had unleashed, Ning Wangshu remained utterly composed. There was even a hint of mockery between his brows.
He glanced at Cangxuan Tianzun, who was seething with fury and radiating killing intent, then sneered contemptuously. "Hah. A mere speck of rice dares to shine and compete with the sun and moon?"
"You're a frog in a well, ignorant of how high the heavens are!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he, too, swung his sword.
Ning Wangshu hadn't used any sword technique at all. He simply swung it casually, almost carelessly. The Flying Sword in his hand wasn't even the Wangshu Sword.
It was merely a top-grade spirit weapon Flying Sword he had casually taken from his Storage Ring earlier.
Against a mere cultivator at the Mahayana Stage, using a top-tier Half Immortal Artifact like the Wangshu Sword would be a ridiculous overkill in Ning Wangshu's eyes—like using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken!
But even without using a sword technique, and even though he held only a top-grade spirit weapon Flying Sword that he had never refined, the might unleashed by Ning Wangshu's strike reached a level beyond anyone's imagination.
The stunning sword light was like a streak of golden radiance suddenly blooming beneath the night sky. In an instant, it pierced through the heavens, scattering brilliant light across the Human World!
Before that sword light, everything in the world seemed to lose its luster, fading into darkness.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light flashed.
For an instant, the entire world seemed to fall silent, as though nothing remained but that dazzling streak of sword light, piercing through the firmament. It was as if a world-shaking sword stood between heaven and earth!
Even the surrounding void seemed to grow hazy and