"Ten Thousand Swords as One, World of Swords!"
Seeing Zhang Haodang's miserable state, Meng Zhenshun finally understood the power of that beam of light. Every hair on his body stood on end as he realized he had encountered the greatest crisis of his life.
He unleashed peerless sword techniques in rapid succession. Streams of Sword Qi came blasting forth one after another, weaving into an enormous spatial sword formation that covered heaven and earth—a veritable world of swords.
With such a sword technique, he could secure a place for himself even within the Primordial Sacred Land.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, that black beam shot over. There was no suspense, not even a sound. The sword formation, that world of swords, was instantly torn apart.
In practically an instant, the beam shredded tens of thousands of golden flying swords, crushing them into dust and breaking them down into the most primordial heaven-and-earth energy.
Annihilation. In an instant, the sword formation was wiped out. This was the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood!
"This!"
The many Universe Sect elders were dumbfounded. One strike—just one strike—and that vast, majestic world of swords had vanished completely, annihilated in an instant as if it had never existed.
The moment that world of swords had appeared, they had all found it incomparably troublesome. It was a peerless sword formation combining offense and defense, with virtually no blind spots and nowhere to strike.
But things were different now. Xia Ping seemed not to have considered its weak points at all. He simply crushed it head-on, overpowering it with sheer force and instantly compressing that world of swords until it collapsed into powder and vanished from the face of the earth.
"Impossible!"
Meng Zhenshun could not help screaming. Just one strike had