Though Zhang Yu had once again slain Yu Qingrong beneath his sword, he felt a slight regret over that strike.
Even bolstered by his profound abilities, the power of that blow had risen greatly. Yet compared with the true might of Sever All Absolutes, there was still a considerable gap.
If the sword's momentum had reached its zenith, then with a single slash, even if the opponent possessed only an earthly body, he could follow the connection and cut down their spirit and qi together. That would be a true severing of nature and extinction of life!
Still, this time had not been without gains. He had come one step closer to seeing clearly this person's Void Abode.
These two had each been slain by him twice now. He sensed that if he slew them once more, he would be able to find the Void Abodes of both.
At that moment, he gave his sword a light sweep, and twelve streams of sword light crossed the void.
After Yu Qingrong's earthly body was slain, the enormous qi mirror lost its wielder. The sword lights cut down without obstruction, tearing it apart in an instant.
Yet he did not stop there.
He had seen very clearly just now that even if the qi mirror shattered and dispersed, as long as it received support from behind, it would gather anew. Thus, he continued driving his sword momentum, and only after several breaths did he thoroughly scatter the artifact.
Chen Baixiao watched this unfold, powerless to stop it. He had just poured too much qi, strength, and intent into his Primordial Spirit, and could not redirect it at once.
By the time he had steadied his breath, the qi mirror had already been destroyed.
After a long silence, he withdrew his Primordial Spirit