The Wind Howled Through Yin and Yang, Shaking the Eight Directions; One Perfect Sword Swept Heaven and Earth

Figures hurtled through the air, whipping up howling winds.

The largest groups were the cultivators of Demon Shadow Palace and the Great Zhao Dynasty.

But only three people charged at the very front, faster than all the rest.

They were Zhao Mingyuan, Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty, and two men in black from Demon Shadow Palace.

The three moved like lightning. The auras rolling off them were overwhelmingly powerful, far surpassing those of the other Golden Core stage experts.

A single glance from the corner of her eye made Shen Miaoyin's expression turn grave.

"Sword Rise, Wind and Clouds March!"

Her slender, jade-white fingers flicked rapidly at the empty air.

Her feet traced the Eight Trigrams, while her sword followed her will, dividing into the forms of yin and yang.

Fierce true essence surged with an immortal's grace.

In the blink of an eye, mighty Dao Qi stirred the nine heavens, and the gleaming flying sword answered a single thought.

At that thought, thousands of streams of sword Qi swept into the air and gathered into a river. Radiating the force of flame and ice, it stretched across Zhao Mingyuan's path.

Faced with the surging torrent of swords, all three men's expressions tightened.

Breaking through such an attack would not be difficult for them.

But it would take effort, and the delay would cost them the initiative. Seizing the Inheritance Stone Statues afterward would be all but impossible!

*Hmph! Elder Shen, Shen Miaoyin—what a formidable woman! She was only at the late Golden Core stage, yet she already possessed such strength. If she fully refined the power of the inheritance, even I might not be her match. If she formed a Nascent Soul, she would surpass even ordinary Nascent Soul Stage giants! Damn it... I cannot let her