The Heavenfall Sword Strike was terrifyingly powerful.
Xiang Yuan used the Dao Sword Realm to imitate the Heavenfall sword intent, melding heaven, earth, and man as one. Killing intent stretched without end; the Three Talents resonated, their murderous intent boundless. With one sword in hand, its might was inexhaustible.
Whenever Xiang Yuan wielded this sword, he felt as though cause and effect had been reversed. The instant an enemy was locked onto by the sword intent, they had already been split in two; only afterward did the sword light arrive fashionably late.
This time was no exception. The moment the corpse charm was locked onto by the sword intent, a vertical line ran straight down from the crown of its head. Only then did the Tai'e Sword follow that invisible line and shear it apart.
Though saying it that way seemed somehow wrong, that was simply what had happened.
With one slash, the corpse charm was split fifty-fifty. Its two halves slid apart and toppled to either side.
Black mist and deathly qi spilled forth, linking the two halves as they tried to stitch themselves back together. Yet the killing intent of heaven, earth, and man erased all things. Though the black mist attempted to heal several times, each attempt ended in collapse. After struggling briefly, the red light flickering in the corpse charm's eye sockets dimmed, and it was completely lifeless.
After the corpse charm died, the golden light clinging to its wounds suddenly blazed brightly, like embers rekindled, burning both halves of its body to ash.
Seeing this, Xiang Yuan lowered his head and examined the Tai'e Sword in his hand. The golden light was neither Buddhist magic nor the killing force of heaven and earth—it was an ability inherent to the Tai'e Sword...
If he had to