Clang-!
The instant the Qingping Sword left its sheath, every other sound between heaven and earth seemed to be suppressed.
The Immortal Spirits watching from afar all held their breath.
Many of the weaker beings even instinctively retreated several steps, unable to hide the shock on their faces.
"He drew his sword!"
A Golden Immortal's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly.
"Saint Tongtian actually drew his sword!"
His companion stared fixedly at the center of the sea of clouds and said excitedly, "His Dharma Power is still restricted to early Great Luo. The Sage hasn't raised his cultivation! Fairy Qiongxiao's strike actually made him use the Qingping Sword outright at the same cultivation level!"
Everyone's hearts churned.
That was a Sage!
Even with his cultivation suppressed, his insight into the Great Dao remained.
The fact that Qiongxiao could make Tongtian change how he received her strike spoke volumes about its caliber.
Within the sea of clouds.
Qiongxiao heard none of it.
Her entire mind was already focused on this one strike.
The Mystic Origin Immortal-Slaying Sword drew ever closer to Tongtian.
Wherever it passed, space remained almost eerily calm.
There were no cracks.
No explosions.
Ahead of the blade was only a thin gray-white line, nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Luxuan's gaze settled there, satisfaction showing in his eyes.
Qiongxiao's strike had improved again.
She had begun to truly abandon those meaningless outward displays of power.
All her strength converged on a single point.
If an enemy judged only by the visible disturbance, they might not discover the danger until the blade was upon them.
Tongtian clearly saw it even more distinctly.
The target of this strike was quite interesting.
Qiongxiao was not simply aiming for his body.
Her blade had locked onto the strand of Great Luo Sword