That sword light did not appear to fly particularly fast, yet it arrived in an instant.
Daoist Zhang's gaze passed through the flying sword before him, his pupils contracting and dilating without cease.
Only then did he realize it.
The flying sword that had been swallowed up moments ago had not actually been broken.
Instead, the countless sword phantoms that had yet to reach Feng Heyu were inexplicably shattered within a single breath!
The countless sword phantoms vanished without a trace. As far as the eye could see, there remained only this unavoidable sword strike, like the Grim Reaper coming to claim a life!
The flying sword before him still appeared utterly ordinary.
Yet the sharp killing intent enveloping him made Daoist Zhang's breath hitch, every hair on his body stand on end, and cold sweat pour down his back.
The shadow of death loomed over him, and fear rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
But as a sword cultivator of the Wuji Sect, a man whose strength was second only to Xiao Muzi's, neither his courage nor his power could be compared to that of an ordinary cultivator.
At the threshold between life and death, Daoist Zhang suppressed the fear in his heart in but an instant.
His sword fingers moved again, and his flying sword flashed into his hand.
With sword in hand, Daoist Zhang immediately raised it to meet the incoming sword light head-on.
The instant the sword tips collided—
Daoist Zhang's body shuddered, his expression changing drastically in an instant. His eyes brimmed with astonishment and shock.
At that moment, he felt an immense yet razor-sharp sword intent surge through the flying sword and forcefully invade his body.
The terrifying sword intent rampaged through him. Countless strands of sword qi raced along his meridians