"Tiandao Palace's Holy Son truly suffered no small loss this time!"
The corners of her mouth curled slightly, carrying a hint of amusement. Ling Yue Shang's gaze fell once more on the place where Tiandao Palace's Holy Son had been engulfed by the immense sword qi.
Sword qi erupted as Sword Qi Dragon Shadows intertwined and coiled, completely swallowing Tiandao Palace's Holy Son.
All that could be seen were occasional sprays of crimson blood.
Within, Tiandao Palace's Holy Son's aura rapidly weakened.
Under such an unceasing and ferocious barrage, unable to cast spells to respond, even someone as powerful as Tiandao Palace's Holy Son could not avoid being wounded again and again.
The eruption of Sword Qi Dragon Shadows did not last long.
After merely the time it took an incense stick to burn, it quickly faded away.
Around the sword array, the illusion of rivers formed by the spell also completely dissipated at that moment.
As the sword technique and spell dispersed, Tiandao Palace's Holy Son, who had been swallowed by sword qi, reappeared before everyone's eyes.
Looking over, Tiandao Palace's Holy Son was now covered from head to toe in wounds carved by sword qi.
Some wounds were deep, exposing bone, while even the shallow ones had sliced through flesh and meridians.
Most crucially, even after the sword technique and spell dissipated, residual sword qi still permeated the flesh around his wounds, spontaneously battering and destroying Tiandao Palace's Holy Son's physical body.
Crimson blood streamed uncontrollably from every wound, leaving Tiandao Palace's Holy Son a mangled, blood-soaked figure.
The long hair that had once been neatly tied atop his head was scattered through the blood.
His appearance alone was as miserable as misery could be.
Of course, his miserable appearance was only one aspect.
At this moment, Tiandao