Kuang Wang lay on the ground, staring at the dark-red earth in disbelief. Was the gap really that enormous?
Liu Xiaoyun stared at Ling Que in shock. She hadn't seen that slash. It had pierced through the void, leaving no trace, and its power was extraordinarily formidable. At least, as far as Extreme Realm cultivators were concerned, she couldn't imagine anyone who could withstand it. She had never felt anything like that slash, not even beneath Liu Shaoqiu's Thirteen Swords.
Ling Que was arrogant, and he had every right to be. Ten innate talents had been fused into one eternal talent. The Ju Que Saber possessed more than just sharpness and the ability to pierce through the void; it had other unfathomable powers. It represented the peak of a realm's strength. Even those two monsters would be defeated if they dared to take the full force of his three slashes combined. An unknown nobody was no match for him.
To him, Kuang Wang was just some nobody.
Ling Que's slash had left everyone trembling with fear.
Night King Yan Qing looked toward Ling Que. "Brother Ling, do you still remember me?"
Ling Que looked at Night King Yan Qing, his eyes lighting up. The men and women of the White Night Clan were all good-looking, and Night King Yan Qing was especially alluring. Her long, snow-white legs were dazzling, and her enticing violet eyes made her an exceptionally rare beauty. Most people, however, were intimidated by her formidable fighting ability and had never taken a close look at her. Only a powerful expert like Ling Que could appraise her without restraint.
Ling Que naturally remembered Night King Yan Qing. He was just about to say something that would preserve his dignity while giving her a graceful way to leave when