The Saint Spirit Sword Art was the supreme sword art of the Sword Universe.
Its final move, Sword Twenty-Three, was incomparably powerful, with the might to destroy heaven and earth. Even among the Hongmeng cultivation techniques, few could compare.
What Peerless Sword had performed was incomplete. If Chu Kuangren could fully comprehend it, his offensive capabilities would certainly improve considerably.
Besides that.
Chu Kuangren also felt that Sword Twenty-Three and his Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art achieved the same marvel through different paths. Both were offensive sword techniques honed to the utmost extreme.
Stones from another mountain could polish jade.
Perhaps he could use Sword Twenty-Three and the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Art to illuminate each other, and thereby create an even more formidable sword art.
Just as Chu Kuangren was savoring the thought.
Within the dark clouds.
A vast, imposing will suddenly surged forth.
It was the World-Destroying Martial Master!
Was he about to act?!
Chu Kuangren narrowed his eyes, and the Great Dao within him began to circulate.
Meanwhile, inside the Light God Temple.
The Goddess of Light's beautiful eyes sharpened, revealing icy killing intent. The power of the Great Dao of Light's laws within her instantly surged out.
"World-Destroying Martial Master, don't you dare!!"
With a single step, the Goddess of Light arrived on the Light Bridge.
She intended to descend upon Ten Thousand Weapons City in person.
Light flashed across the Light Bridge.
A burst of teleportation power enveloped the Goddess of Light.
Whoosh.
The Goddess of Light instantly vanished from where she stood.
Yet midway through the teleportation, a mysterious restriction suddenly appeared in the void. In the blink of an eye, it destroyed that teleportation power!
The Goddess of Light was trapped within the void.
She glanced at the surrounding restrictions, her gaze growing colder, her lovely face