Screech!
Elder Blackbeard was split in two!
Everyone's eyes widened at once, including Thousand-Spirit Saintess.
Thousand-Spirit Saintess knew Lin Xiaosu's Sword Dao. She had even been the first to discover that he possessed Sword Intent, and she had personally witnessed him fight an Enlightened Realm cultivator for several minutes on the third day of March, when the Folded Space opened.
She knew that an Enlightened Realm cultivator could not take him down easily.
But even if she fought herself cold, she could never have imagined that the outcome would be so utterly overturned.
Lin Xiaosu had slain this Enlightened Realm cultivator with a single casual stroke of his sword.
As if swatting a fly to death.
Right!
This was his breakthrough!
He had already connected to that severed dead-end road of the Heaven-Ruined Dao. His path of cultivation was now advancing a thousand miles a day.
To an Enlightened Realm cultivator—more precisely, to a Body Enlightenment Realm cultivator—he needed no more than one sword strike!
She had only just managed to accept that, but how could the four people on the flower boat accept it?
The Dragon Race man let out a roar!
He leaped into the air!
With the force of an overturning sky, he punched downward!
A dragon's roar rose over the water!
It truly carried the immediate visual impact of ten thousand dragons crossing the river.
He flew up!
Lin Xiaosu flew up as well!
One slash of his sword!
The Dragon Race warrior's eyes flew wide open. Golden scales seemed to coil around both his hands. This was a unique trait of the Dragon Race: once they fully mobilized their cultivation, even sword radiance that could cut through anything would not damage their flesh in the slightest.
Yet Lin Xiaosu's strike did not rely on the