A clear sword cry rang through heaven and earth. On Heavenly Sword Peak's plaza, every sword began to hum in unison.
"This sword is Heaven's Question—since entering my hand, it has left its sheath no more than three times."
"Today, it leaves its sheath for you."
"Cough, cough..."
Lin Ye's body swayed on the verge of collapse. His true essence had been completely exhausted; he was suffering backlash from the Origin of Destruction, while sword intent continued to gnaw away at him.
But so what? When martial artists clashed, how could one cower before the battle had even begun?
"Come, let me witness the supreme might of the Heaven's Question Sword!"
He stepped forward. The fighting intent within him forcibly stirred three star apertures, and the free-floating energy between heaven and earth automatically converged, refined by the Extinction Star Dao.
"Since that is the case, I shall send you down with the Heavenly Sword I created."
Li Xuanyi slowly raised the Heaven's Question Sword. The true meaning of the Sword Dao gathered and surged upon its blade.
"Sword One, Sever Dust."
A fine line shot through the air, reaching Lin Ye in an instant. Wherever that sword-line passed, space warped and tore apart, forcibly cleaved open into rifts of nothingness.
The core of Lin Ye's dantian trembled slightly as the Dao resonance of extinction flowed forth, sweeping through every shred of his mind and will.
Relying solely on the Origin of Extinction instinctively flowing from the depths of his soul, and his comprehension of the Great Dao of Stars, Lin Ye raised his right hand and lightly pointed.
Ripples spread through space where his fingertip touched.
The instant the sword-line struck his fingertip, it vanished into thin air.
The Heaven's Question Sword in Li Xuanyi's hand let out a mournful