Sword Light

It needed no definition, because it was definition itself.

Blood Butcher's Law of Slaughter could not "sever" it.

Not because the Law of Slaughter was not sharp enough, but because this barrier had no "weak point."

It was perfect, like a mirror without the slightest flaw.

Dark Nether's water-element law could not "cleanse" it.

Not because the water-element law was not pure enough, but because this barrier contained no "impurities."

It was pristine, like a gemstone without a trace of impurity.

The three exchanged a glance.

There was no discussion, no signal.

They simply poured all their remaining strength into the fragment at the same time.

Chu Ming's power of order changed from dim to blinding.

Gray-gold light surged from his body like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam, gushing along his meridians.

The light gathered within the fragment into a massive pillar. Its diameter swelled from finger-width to arm-width, then from arm-width to waist-width. The pillar slammed into the barrier, gray-gold radiance clashing madly against the barrier's colorless glow.

Blood Butcher's Law of Slaughter recovered from one inch to one foot.

A blood-red saber shot from between his brows, transforming into a saber a hundred zhang long.

All the struggling faces on the blade opened their eyes, blood-red flames burning in their pupils.

They opened their mouths in unison, releasing soundless howls.

The howls became a blood-red shockwave that clung to the blade's edge.

The saber struck the barrier, its edge cutting three inches into it.

Dark Nether's water-element law changed from rushing to berserk.

A deep-blue current poured from between his brows, transforming into an enormous water dragon.

The water dragon was a hundred zhang long. Its scales flexed, producing a soft rustling sound.

It opened its jaws and swallowed the entire barrier into its belly.

Water scoured