Ning Wangshu stood proudly in midair, his gaze lifting to the colossal sword hurtling toward him like a storm, wrapped in billions of strands of Sword Qi. Then his eyes settled on Bei Ji Tianzun, whose face was twisted with rage and whose killing intent surged like a tide.
A hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. He shook his head and said coolly, "You think those tricks are enough to kill me? The ignorant truly fear nothing!"
As he spoke, Ning Wangshu calmly raised his right hand and slowly extended one finger. He uttered a single word: "Break—"
"Whoosh!"
In an instant,
a brilliant, wondrous light blossomed from the tip of Ning Wangshu's finger.
In a flash, radiant clouds filled the sky!
That wisp of strange light seemed to carry boundless power. It stirred up terrifying waves in silence, like a soundless tide or an invisible storm!
"Buzz!"
The void trembled, sending out layer upon layer of ripples.
The next moment,
the storm of Sword Qi surrounding the colossal sword suddenly vanished with a "crash," like snow melting in the sun. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace!
Immediately afterward,
the sword formation formed from those mysterious runes exploded with a series of "bangs," like countless fireworks bursting open—brilliant, dazzling, and radiant!
At last, the colossal sword seemed to have taken an unimaginably dreadful blow. It jerked to a halt and shuddered with a series of "buzzes," as if wailing.
With a soft "crack," spiderweb-like fractures spread wildly across it, covering the entire blade in an instant. Blinding light poured from every fissure.
Finally, with a "boom,"
the colossal sword shattered, dissolving into countless specks of light. Only the Flying Sword itself remained. It let out a shrill cry as it was blasted away, vanishing