Starlight moved slowly among the storm of alloy fragments and soldiers' corpses.
The universe was like a quiet graveyard.
The enormous Iron Blade had sliced open the entire warship, like a tombstone.
The vast majority had died the moment the Iron Blade arrived, their hearts shattered outright by that timeworn Blade Intent, spared the pain and despair of icy space.
The Iron Blade hung motionless beyond the shattered warship, advancing no farther, because it had been stopped.
Compared with the mountainlike Iron Blade, the middle-aged man was a mere black speck.
Yet he was the reason the Iron Blade had stopped.
He pinched its edge between two fingers, his expression and the movements of his fingers both solemn and painstakingly careful, as though he held the rarest treasure in the universe.
A streak of blood red suddenly appeared in the space filled with fragments, corpses, and dust.
That vivid red gradually took shape, becoming, astonishingly, a pine tree.
The middle-aged man looked past the Iron Blade and smiled faintly at Cao Yuan in the distance, the joints of his thumb and forefinger paling slightly as he exerted a little pressure.
An exceedingly small ripple spread forward from where he held the Iron Blade, its undulations growing ever greater.
A wave rose across the surface of the Iron Blade, then became towering breakers, severely deforming it.
There was no sound in space, yet the Military's powerful cultivators who had survived the Blade Intent, along with the people aboard the two approaching warships, all seemed to hear a sharp crack.
The Iron Blade could bear no more. Countless cracks appeared, and it burst into hundreds of thousands of fragments that shot in every direction!
Back on the Chaotian Continent, this Iron Blade had cleaved heaven and earth and fought Snow Ji. It