... Star Dou Great Forest.
Golden light flowed around Murong Huai, and the aura surrounding him steadily grew stronger. Countless golden streaks of light circled him as waves of chilling sword intent shot into the sky.
Murong Huai leaped into the air. A golden figure appeared behind him, as if a banished immortal had descended. The Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword in his hand radiated an incomparably chilling aura.
Four Spirit Rings—yellow, purple, black, and black—circled him. His sword intent surged like a brilliant, boundless sea, its waves rolling grandly onward.
The fourth Spirit Ring around him stirred. Murong Huai gripped the hilt, and an endless dark-golden glow gathered along the blade.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Monarch's Sword Slash!"
Golden light blazed in Murong Huai's eyes, like two sharp swords piercing the darkness. He drew a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly surged, as if he were a volcano about to erupt.
With a metallic clang, his sword left its sheath. A brilliant golden blade of light burst from its tip, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, or a flood dragon bursting from the sea, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth.
His sword intent did not stab straight ahead. Instead, it rose slowly before Murong Huai like a golden crescent moon, then swept forward with the force of thunder. Space seemed to tear wherever it passed, hissing as it split apart.
Countless ancient trees towered behind him, their branches and leaves luxuriant, yet beneath that golden sword intent they were as fragile as paper.
"Rumble!"
A deafening boom shook the heavens and earth as the curved sword intent devoured the entire forest. Wherever its golden light reached, tree trunks were severed cleanly, as easily as tofu. Branches and leaves scattered, turning into green fragments that filled