A Meteorite Belt lingering along the edge of the planet lay directly in the path of that torrent.
As the white torrent flashed past, a transparent tunnel drilled straight through the entire Meteorite Belt.
The terrifying sight instantly reminded Mu Fan of the supernova unleashed in the Hell Six Gates Realm!
Yet Shura did not evade it. Instead, it stood there head-on, facing the sky-full of incoming windmills.
Its feet spread into a bow stance, its right arm extended straight out, gripping the black mist-shrouded blade upright before it.
The white flames Mu Fan knew so well rose from Shura's body.
"Is this the Hell Six Gates Realm!?"
Shura did not answer. Mu Fan only saw that, at this moment, Shura's presence resembled the sharpest blade imaginable.
Those dark crimson eyes stared coldly ahead.
Time slowed at that instant, allowing Mu Fan to clearly see Shura's right arm slowly rotating.
Following the turn of its palm, the black longsword swept counterclockwise through the air before it, leaving afterimages frozen in the starry sky.
The five fingers of its left hand spread wide and lifted high, rotating along with the direction of the hilt.
When the longsword, following its intricate trajectory, returned to its side.
That nameless longsword had completed a full 360-degree rotation.
Shura lowered its head, its right arm bent, the pitch-black scabbard held upright behind its calf, the black hilt pointing straight into the sky.
Mu Fan's attention was completely drawn to that stance.
He only felt that Shura, in his father's hands, possessed a uniquely austere bearing.
That sword-holding posture held a beauty beyond description.
"Toward death... toward life."
In that deep voice, Mu Fan heard unrestrained passion and defiance against fate.
Shura's raised left hand slowly folded to the right.
Its palm, covered in exquisite and