"I-is that... Taiping... Junior Martial Uncle Taiping?!"
Liang Zhu's face was filled with horror.
Clang-!
Just then, as another sword cry rang out, the enormous golden sword shadow suddenly tore through the surrounding chaos and plunged toward the golden figure's head.
The golden figure formed by the shadow from Taiqing Paradise abruptly thrust a palm toward the sky.
With a thunderous crash, the purple ripples formed by edict power above the golden palm shadow actually stopped the sword shadow by brute force.
The shadow immediately snorted.
"It's nothing more than a strand of sword intent."
Just as the shadow said, this enormous golden sword shadow had been formed from nothing more than a strand of sword intent Xu Taiping had hidden within this Chaos Death Domain.
As the shadow spoke, the light in its palm shifted, and a streak of black light, like a drop of ink falling into water, began staining the golden sword shadow bit by bit.
At the same time, the shadow said coldly:
"I've just claimed this strand of your sword intent for my own use!"
As it spoke, the blade of the originally enormous golden sword shadow abruptly turned pitch-black.
Only its edges still gave off a faint halo.
A smug look immediately appeared on the shadow's face.
But that smugness did not last long before another sword cry interrupted it.
Clang! Clang, clang, clang...!
After that first cry, sword cries began ringing out without end, coming ceaselessly from every direction.
Boom! Rumble...
In a mere instant, golden sword shadows tore through the darkness of the Chaos Death Domain, shooting toward that enormous golden figure from every direction.
Along with them came sword intent as weighty as a vast sea.
But more than any of this, what truly sent a chill through the shadow was