Seeing this, Hao Dao in the sky extended a hand, releasing an immense surge of power once more. Blade after blade appeared in the sky, so densely packed that they could not be counted. Every tip was aimed at Zhao Fu below, emanating a terrifying aura.
Clang clang clang...
Hao Dao pressed his hand down, and countless long blades, carrying terrifying power, shot toward Zhao Fu on the ground at incredible speed. They streaked through the air in trails of light, so fearsome it was as if they would shatter the earth.
Zhao Fu lay on the ground without moving. At the moment the countless blades shot toward him, boundless ghostly qi surged from his body, enveloping both him and the surrounding area. All the incoming blades were blocked by the ghostly qi.
It looked as though long blades had been plunged into a gray sphere of mist. That sphere covered the ground, radiating an eerie, chilling aura.
At that moment, the countless blades embedded in the mist turned into specks of platinum light and dissipated, while the ghostly qi also began to disperse.
Boom!
A tremendous roar rang out as Hao Dao gathered power in both hands, raised them, and then clenched them fiercely. A thousand-meter phantom of a blade appeared, radiating terrifying power.
Hao Dao seized the enormous blade and slashed it down at Zhao Fu with all his might, as though one strike would split the world asunder, accompanied by a massive blade wind.
Lying on the ground, Zhao Fu stared coldly at Hao Dao in the sky. One hand gripped the sword in his hand as he softly called, "Ghost Lord!"
The Imperial Killing Sword immediately ignited with ghostly flames, and countless wandering souls appeared around it at once, letting out wave after wave of wails.