When Xiao Yun planted a spiritual imprint in the Golden Sacred Saber, Ye Dadao on the ground sensed it at once. That companion sacred saber had felt like flesh and blood connected to him, but now that feeling was gone.
Clearly, the saber now belonged to Xiao Yun.
"Damn it, you bastard! I won't let you off!" Ye Dadao's fury soared to the heavens. He directly detonated the seven Cave Heavens behind him, carrying a terrifying force as he charged into the sky to strike Xiao Yun down.
"Xiao Yun, even if I have to pay any price today, I will kill you!" Ye Dadao roared. Detonating his seven Cave Heavens would send his strength soaring, but afterward, he would fall back to the Divine Bridge Realm. The loss would be immense.
However, Xiao Yun had utterly enraged him. He could no longer care about anything else. No matter the cost, he would kill Xiao Yun today.
"Detonating your Cave Heavens? You've got nerve!"
Xiao Yun looked at the fiercely charging Ye Dadao before him and sneered. "Unfortunately, you're still not strong enough!"
With that, Xiao Yun raised the Golden Sacred Saber in his hand, poured his spiritual power into it, then hurled it forward and controlled it with his spiritual power.
Myriad Sword Flow!
Xiao Yun shouted.
Though this was a saber rather than a sword, it could still be used with the Myriad Sword Flow. After all, sabers and swords differed only in appearance. Ten thousand paths led to the same source; in essence, they were still the same.
As Xiao Yun formed hand seals and unleashed the Myriad Sword Flow, the Golden Sacred Saber instantly transformed into ten thousand golden saber phantoms. They surged toward Ye Dadao in a mighty torrent, like a terrifying golden flood.
"Die!"