Where Baleful Intent's Edge Splits the Misty Clouds, the Yan Palace Hears of the Heretic's Demise

Zhao Cheng swung his great halberd, and the colossal blade of Killing Intent that seemed to hold up the heavens cleaved toward the phantom formed of collective will!

Like a red-hot treasured sword slicing into snow.

With unstoppable force, it split all that collective will in two.

At the same time, the dark clouds overhead churned violently along the path of the enormous blade, forcibly torn open into a long, narrow gash. Golden sunlight poured down through the rift.

Wherever his great halberd pointed, the clouds split apart.

And the phantom of Tuber lurking in the unseen depths retreated three paces for every one.

Forced back again and again by the Killing Intent, how could that phantom of Tuber possibly outrun a blade condensed from the slaughter of two states?

Zhao Cheng pressed forward step by step, his great halberd continuously driving ahead. The phantom steadily melted away until it finally vanished.

As Tuber's phantom collapsed, the dark clouds in the sky also receded like a tide.

In but a moment, they had completely dispersed, revealing the azure vault of the sky beneath.

Shafts of golden light spilled across the bluestone paving of Wangyue Post Station, casting the ground in a warm glow.

As though the heart-stopping curse and confrontation just now, the demonic clouds and sinister winds, had been nothing more than an illusion.

A deathly silence lay before Wangyue Post Station.

The soldiers had long since been struck dumb. Some stood with their mouths hanging open, forgetting to close them, drool trickling down their chins onto their armor.

Others gripped their weapons so tightly their knuckles turned white, as though they themselves had just battled those black clouds pressing down upon the city.

Even Li Si, whose face was usually as expressionless as stone, was filled with astonishment,