"Clang..."
Now that was a true sword chime—a sword that pierced through time and space, crossed the boundless void, and cleaved heaven and earth!
A streak of sword light shot into the sky!
To the people at the foot of the mountain, it looked like a rainbow soaring toward the horizon!
Tang Shisan murmured, "That sword was so beautiful. It feels like it's been a very, very long time since I last saw one!"
The sword that had crossed the boundless void cleaved the old man above the heavens directly into specks of starlight!
At the mountain gate, the Old Daoist gripped his Dao sword and barked coldly, "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm standing right here?"
Wang Xian, drenched in dragon blood, shouted, "You stupid dragon! Do you think my master is made of paper?"
At his words, the cultivators and elders from the Four Great Sects, the Academy, and the various Aristocratic Clans were struck dumb.
An ancient flood dragon from the sacred mountain, who had lived for who knew how many centuries, had been cut into a sky full of starlight by a single slash of the Old Daoist's Sword Qi?
This was madness!
That was a flood dragon from antiquity, from the sacred mountain!
Good heavens!
Meng Xiaolou stared up at the specks of starlight in the sky, his eyes full of shock.
He had never imagined that the Old Daoist of the Kunlun Daoist Temple was the true reclusive expert, a peerless master who had hidden himself away here!
Holy crap, that was terrifying!
With such a peerless master as his teacher, why had Wang Xian gone to fight at the Sword Sect that day?
The elders of the Mystic Heaven Sect felt like they were going mad, too!
Likewise, Shangguan Wuchen of Hundred