The Dragon of Bones
With a thunderous roar, the leader of the Thirteen Iron Riders awakened Withered White Hair, the mightiest battle asset Other Shore had cultivated over many years.
In life, this man had been a peerless figure at the Loose Immortal level. After death, he had undergone Other Shore's secret-method transformations, evolving into another kind of being.
Withered White Hair rose into the air. With a flick of his right hand, a streak of sword light shot straight toward the celestial vault, transforming into an invincible radiance beyond the fathoming of ghosts and gods as it cleaved down.
Everyone present felt it: an intent of the sword struck through the unseen, slicing heaven and earth apart in an instant, dividing yin from yang.
"This swordsmanship!"
The young man in white felt his scalp go numb. Through the method of "Holy Spirit Descent," he could forcibly raise his cultivation to the rank of immortals and gods, yet before this sword strike, he still felt utterly powerless.
The cold gleam of this sword seemed capable of severing the nine heavens. As Sword Qi spilled forth, it was as though it could cut apart the heavenly river and shatter floating clouds across ten thousand miles.
He wanted to retreat, yet he felt as though there was nowhere to retreat to. It was as if this sword had locked onto his fate—there was no escaping it, only struggling within the decrees of destiny.
As for the other three great experts—Great Venerable Sasi, the Scorpion King, and Mo Yedie—their hearts and souls trembled, their mouths falling open of their own accord.
Everyone could see it clearly. The instant Withered White Hair made his move, his black sword swept across, displaying astonishing attainments in the sword path. That icy, chilling radiance seized the soul,