At this moment, Liu Hua's blood was still flowing without stop, and the aura around him had long since withered to the extreme.
More precisely, every bone in his body had shattered, and all his meridians had been severed.
Had it been any other cultivator, with their physical body injured to such a state, even if they did not die, they would have had no strength left to fight.
Yet Liu Hua stood tall with his head raised, his gaze as calm as still water.
It was as though he had turned a blind eye to the changes in his own body.
His tranquil eyes remained fixed on the Divine Power tornado rushing toward him, gradually growing brighter.
Then he suddenly let out a low cry.
The countless sword qi that had been spreading in every direction abruptly contracted at an astonishing speed, all of it gathering at the tips of Liu Hua's two fingers.
A gleam flashed through his eyes.
Liu Hua slowly raised his hand, his sword fingers pointing toward Lord Xuantian in the distance.
The next moment.
The sword qi gathered at his fingertips shot straight toward the tornado ahead.
The instant they met.
The sword qi had barely been caught by the tornado when it swiftly broke free of its restraints and charged inward.
This sudden change also caused the other sword qi trapped within the tornado to break free at the same time.
Countless sword qi shot upward and downward, piercing through the eye of the storm and completely escaping the influence of the tornado formed from Divine Power.
In an instant.
A Spatial Rift appeared near Lord Xuantian.
In the fleeting moment before the rift vanished.
Innumerable sword qi surged out from within, vast and mighty, aimed directly at Lord Xuantian standing in the