As though answering Zhao Qian's words, a Sword Cry like roaring thunder rang out, and a beam of Sword Light nearly as thick as the Sword Platform surged skyward like the waters of a mighty river, carrying a vast, majestic, furious sword intent.
"BOOM!!!-"
All of True Martial Heaven shuddered.
Seen from afar, Lü Daoxuan's beam of Sword Light resembled a sword of the heavens thrusting toward the firmament, with the peaks of Cloud Lodge forming its guard and hilt.
Only moments later, those watching through Spirit Mirrors saw this beam of Sword Light rising from Qingxuan collide with the bright moon that ninety-nine True Dragon skeleton puppets were dragging down toward the ground.
"BANG!!!-"
Several breaths later, the ear-splitting collision finally resounded throughout True Martial Heaven.
Then everyone in True Martial Heaven saw the radiance unleashed by the collision between the Sword Light and the bright moon cover nearly half of True Martial Heaven.
In an instant, the bright moon's descent was brought to a complete halt.
Everyone in True Martial Heaven was wild with joy.
But great cultivators with extraordinary insight into swordsmanship and cultivation, such as Heavenly Lord Shihu, felt a chill run down their spines at the sight of this sword strike.
For they realized that even if they exhausted every means at their disposal, even if they spent thousands more years, they could never withstand or neutralize the sword strike before them.
His gaze vacant, Heavenly Lord Shihu said in a somewhat trembling voice:
"A-a Sword Cultivator this powerful should not be confined to a mere Azure Profound Sect!"
In his eyes, a Sword Cultivator of Lü Daoxuan's caliber was already an existence capable of completely turning the tide of the Heaven-Demon War.
Having him remain in this tiny Azure Profound Sect was a loss