The dragon's roar still rang in their ears as dragon blood rained down like a downpour.
Ghost Cry's sword strike had not been a violent slash from without to within, but one unfolded through the laws themselves, using the Yin-Yang laws as its medium.
Thus, this sword came from within outward. There was no escaping it.
The sword marks wound and turned. A dragon soul, crystalline as ice, rose from the flesh and blood—it was the Ironback Dragon King's last remaining spirit.
Though its soul had perished and its life force had been severed, this Dragon King, who had cultivated in the Hundred-Thousand Mountains for countless years, still possessed one final breath of strength.
Returning Sea.
It was the obsession that the Primordial Unity Saint-Annihilating Dao had left within its core, the inevitable course of its final fate.
The dragon soul swept up its last wisp of radiance and headed east.
Yet Su Che would never permit this to happen.
Life and death were in his grasp. That final shred of obsession would not be allowed to make trouble.
The longsword leaped from Su Che's hand and firmly nailed the dragon soul high in the sky.
The blade was like water, still as a secluded pool, swallowing the Ironback Dragon King's last remnant of soul.
The sword keened without end.
The Sword-Mark Method placed exceedingly high demands upon the sword itself. Using formations as swords and swords to bear formations, the pressure borne by the blade when potent sword intent and dharma power merged far exceeded that of an ordinary Sword Cultivation practitioner wielding a sword.
Having absorbed innumerable monsters, even the dragon soul of a great demon like the Ironback Dragon King, the Water-Cleaving Sword had already reached its own "limit."
At this instant, the essence, blood qi, vicious