At that moment, Wang Xian harnessed the power of heaven and earth, the power of laws, and transformed it into sword qi.
Daoist Wu possessed a lifetime of cultivation, yet he could not resist it.
The golden light dimmed, the runes shattered, and the spirit sword wailed. Centuries of cultivation collapsed irreversibly, like a sandcastle scoured away by the tide.
Once more, a ringing clang echoed through the wind...
More than a thousand blades left behind by Wind and Rain Tower in Azure Dragon Town descended together like weapons falling from the heavens!
They formed a massive ring in the air, like a wheel made of blades.
The wheel turned.
One sword after another shot toward Daoist Wu.
The first pierced his left shoulder.
The second severed three ribs.
The third pierced his right leg.
The fourth sheared away half his cheek.
The fifth, sixth, seventh...
In an instant, the old man was sliced into countless pieces.
Wind and Rain Tower's blades pierced through his body.
Over a thousand wounds, over a thousand bloody holes, over a thousand injuries that would never heal.
Blood cascaded down like a waterfall, dyeing the ground red.
His body trembled without cease, like an old tree in a storm.
Yet he still did not fall.
His eyes remained open.
His mouth opened slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood.
High above, Wang Xian looked down upon the land below.
His figure had long since re-formed... what had been cut apart was merely an afterimage.
The real Wang Xian had been floating high in the sky all along, watching coldly.
He shouted at Du Yulin, who had been staring blankly by the lake, "Your turn!"
Amid a sharp howl, Du Yulin skimmed across the lake