Clouds Pale, Wind Light, Seizing the Sword Bare-Handed

It came like thunder gathering wrath, and ended like rivers and seas condensing pure light.

A sword came from the east, vast and majestic, gathering the hardest, most righteous edge in the world, blazing like the Heavenly Emperor enforcing the law, cowing all living beings.

Whoosh—

The sword light suddenly attacked Shen Yun. There were no world-shaking phenomena, nor any ruinous destruction that swept away dry weeds and rotten wood. Its power had been condensed to the utmost, great skill seeming clumsy.

In an instant, everyone felt their five senses vanish, their minds blinded, and only that boundless sword qi remained in their consciousness. Even their three souls and seven spirits seemed about to melt.

"Too strong. Is this a talent spiritual power?"

Qin Muye roared loudly, his entire face swelling red, without the slightest trace of his usual scholarly elegance.

At this moment, he finally understood—why divine beast races could pass down their lineage through all ages, while there was no eternally immortal sect in the world.

With such bloodline spiritual power, even if it was weakened in later generations, it was still enough to sweep across their peers and stand alone at the top; as long as the bloodline did not end, the divine beast races could stand unshaken!

"It is indeed formidable."

Xie Chenyuan was also moved to admiration. He took a deep breath and said, "If he had used this sword just now, Ao Zhanlong would not have had even half a chance of survival."

With his astonishing insight, it was not hard for him to see how powerful the sword of "righteousness" was. It had long since transcended the level of technique and could be called the embryonic form of a Great Dao.

Even Azure Dragon's expression turned exceptionally grave.

"This kid's bloodline is damaged,