Sword

Zhao Fu did not want to say anything more. A trace of anger rose in his heart as he directly swung the sword in his hand with force.

Clang!

A crisp sword cry tore through the sky. A massive streak of white sword light, carrying the power to sever all things, shot forth in an instant. In that moment, all the thorns within a dozen or so miles were cut apart. Countless severed thorns rained down from the sky, while endless green liquid splashed everywhere.

That densely packed field of thorns had, in that instant, been cleared over a vast stretch, leaving it looking remarkably open.

Swish, swish, swish...

As if enraged, the countless thorns formed enormous thorn spears that shot toward Zhao Fu with savage force, carrying overwhelming momentum.

Zhao Fu remained expressionless as he swung his sword again and again. Streak after streak of incomparably sharp sword light slashed out, cutting the countless incoming thorn spears into several pieces. Before that sword light, they offered not the slightest resistance, as though he were merely waving his sword through air.

The Imperial Killing Sword in its Sword Master form was undoubtedly one of the rarest sharp swords in the world. At present, because of his cultivation, Zhao Fu had yet to unleash its true power.

The countless thorns were truly somewhat afraid now. They had fired so many thorn spears, yet they could not harm Zhao Fu in the slightest. The thorns they had shot out lay broken into pieces all over the ground.

Holding his sword, Zhao Fu continued onward, and the thorns no longer dared to attack him.

Boom!

At that moment, a powerful aura erupted, and a terrifying pressure spread out, causing the winds and clouds to shift. The ground violently trembled and split open, and