At those words, a figure in flowing white appeared. An inexplicable Dao Rhyme, accompanied by a strange ripple, poured down from the sky and enveloped both Ren and the tip of the Demon Emperor Sword!
"Buzz..."
"Buzz..."
The sword's keen radiance and razor-sharp tip had been unstoppable!
But now, under that strange Dao Rhyme, the blade seemed to let out a faint wail.
It was as though softness had overcome strength!
The Sword Aura hummed and cried out, then finally broke apart, almost unwillingly.
The radiance gathered on the Demon Emperor Sword dissipated. Its deadly edge seemed to have been neutralized as well!
A sword that could make someone feel their Primordial Spirit being pierced with a single glance now looked utterly ordinary!
Gripping the Demon Emperor Sword, Dijun felt the change in it and stared in disbelief. "What happened to the Demon Emperor Sword...?"
Dijun had forged the Demon Emperor Sword himself. How could he not know how sharp it was? Refined from Shen Ni's severed finger and the axe-soul aura of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, its edge could pierce through the Primordial World. No one could withstand it!
Dijun believed that even his Chaos Bell would suffer damage if it met the Demon Emperor Sword's edge!
Even when Dijun held it, the sharpness radiating from the blade could wound him!
That was why he always handled it with caution. Yet someone had just stripped such a deadly divine sword of its edge. How could Dijun not be horrified?
He steadied himself and looked toward the person who had suddenly appeared to protect Ren.
She was a woman dressed in flowing white as pure as snow, her black hair dancing in the air. Her beauty was peerless, her bearing unmatched, as though the most perfect being had stepped