Word of this young swordsman had long since been spreading like wildfire in the Northern Darkness Land.
Some said he had stolen the Kun Clan's supreme treasure, and so had been hunted in an undying pursuit; others said his talent was transcendent, provoking the Kun Clan's intense dread, making them wish to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
All kinds of rumors flew about, with every mouth giving a different account, while the truth remained shrouded in fog from beginning to end.
Yet in the next moment, everyone understood one thing—why the White-Robed Youth could remain safe and sound even under encirclement and pursuit.
The Blade of Space slashed down with fierce sharpness, tearing through all things, and the White-Robed Youth's wrist was about to be lost.
At the critical moment, he moved.
A single flash of cold light came first, followed by the sword emerging like a dragon!
The Power of Ice and Fire howled out, condensing into a dazzling Sword Qi that rose against the air and directly met the Blade of Space.
Needle tip against wheat awn!
The instant the two collided, there was no earth-shaking explosion. Instead, they were silently annihilated.
At the center of the collision, space collapsed inward like a breached embankment, turning into a deadly void hollow that devoured all things.
"Retreat! If you're swept into the void, even a Dao Integration Virtual Immortal can hardly escape death!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. They all retreated wildly, as if the end of days had descended, putting in every ounce of strength they had sucked from their mothers' milk.
"This kind of force... this man actually has Tribulation cultivation?"
The Coffin-Knocking Old Man's pupils abruptly shrank, his face filled with undisguisable shock.
"No, he has not yet entered Tribulation."
Azure Venerable spoke