His aura began to fluctuate. Streams of profound Dao resonance circulated around him, and the Yin-Yang Great Dao behind him resonated with him.
"Sword for the Dao."
He slowly raised the Chaos Longsword in his hand, his fingertips brushing slowly across its blade. The Chaotic Qi shrouding it gradually dissipated.
The Yin-Yang Dao marks branded on the blade began to radiate blazing light. As his fingertips brushed past, a wisp of Yin-Yang Qi shot out of the void behind him.
It landed on the longsword in his hand.
His eyes remained tranquil as the blood-colored light rapidly receded from them. Gripping the longsword tightly, he slowly swung it forward.
There was no earth-shattering might, nor any roar that shook the heavens. It was merely a simple sword stroke.
Yet as that stroke swept out, the entire world fell silent. A clear metallic ring sounded in everyone's ears.
The Slashing Dao cultivators resisting the chains shooting toward them from every direction stiffened, and chains instantly pierced their bodies.
Blood gushed along those vicious chains and flowed through the air, instantly crushing a stretch of space.
The chains pierced their bodies, yet they seemed unable to feel pain. Their pupils dilated; their vitality had already been severed before the chains pierced them.
"Governing life and death, reversing Yin and Yang."
The Second Elder, who was locked in combat with Youying, was also watching everything within the tribulation lightning at all times.
In his eyes, that sword stroke had looked entirely different from what everyone else had seen.
What he saw was a gleam of sword light shooting out from Yin and Yang, cleaving through space and time to strike directly into the past.
Had he not entered the Dao through time, he would not have noticed it so easily.
Beneath the thunderclouds,