Green Mountain's two Heaven-Connecting Realm masters had arrived together.
What could the Western Sea Sword Sect do?
The mighty Heaven-Connecting Realm figure a hundred miles away made his response.
Another sword rose from the shore.
That streak of sword light was brighter and more terrifying than before, as though it would seize the might of heaven and earth. It soared like a great roc, soon passing through the Void Realm before vanishing without a trace. It had probably entered the Thunder Domain.
Was the Western Sea Sword God preparing to draw down heavenly lightning with his sword, braving an enormous risk to fight two Heaven-Connecting Realm masters alone?
Countless gazes turned toward the depths of the night sky.
With all manner of emotions, the cultivators waited anxiously for that streak of sword light to reappear.
Yuan Qijing stood on the whale's back, his hands behind him, watching the night sky in silence.
The wind, snow, and torrential rain all ceased, and starlight returned. The tall figure standing in the Void Realm made no move either.
What was Yuan Qijing waiting for? What was the Green Mountain Sect Master True Person waiting for? Why did they not strike first?
Something stirred in Bu Qiuxiao's mind, and he looked toward the Western Prince, bound by sword shadows several hundred yards away.
The Western Prince was grievously wounded and pale, yet retained his imposing air. Only his eyes as he watched the night sky were no longer unfathomable, but filled with mockery.
Bu Qiuxiao suddenly understood and shouted to the cultivators nearby, "Get farther back!"
His words had barely fallen.
That streak of sword light returned to the mortal world.
A hiss rang out.
It was as though a slit had been cut in the sky.
A streak of sword light fell like