"Blocked it?" The sword strike of ice sealing fell upon the Flying Fox Snow Mountain, causing only a violent shudder without the slightest change.
The onlookers nearby were somewhat surprised.
"Liu Sanjian is somewhat unworthy of his reputation."
"I thought his three swords were incredibly formidable. In my opinion, the True Martial Sacred Sect is truly finished."
This time, the commotion in the Eastern Continent was simply too great. Apart from the Eight Kings' powers and the True Martial Sacred Sect—
In truth, the entire Yuanyang Continent had its eyes fixed on this place.
Any rustle of wind or stir of grass could spark an uproar.
Although not everyone had come to witness the battle in person, many Major Powers possessed items such as distant-view mirrors and spacetime crystals.
Because this battle would completely reshape the entire Eastern Continent's landscape.
The True Martial Sacred Sect, this ancient and aging power—where should it go from here? This too would have its conclusion.
Ignoring the hushed discussions around him, Wang Shusheng, who had blocked that strike—
Had a slight change in expression.
Only he himself understood the power contained within that sword strike.
"Crack, crack."
At first, the strike had merely caused a tremor. But immediately afterward, dense cracks appeared across the enormous snow mountain.
This sword strike had split it from within outward.
Nothing seemed apparent from the surface, but the snow mountain had already fractured internally.
And after the mountain shattered, the sword strike still did not stop. Its Sword Qi transformed into tens of millions of sharp swords that shot straight into the heavens.
Then flames ignited above them.
It was only one sword strike, yet it carried countless strange phenomena.
This sword strike changed in a thousand ways—this was Liu Sanjian's sword path.
They said he had