It was a clash between the stars and the sun.
At the moment, a terrifying cloud of light rose high into the sky, suffusing through the entire military base and shrouding the heads of tens of thousands of people.
The qi from the sword moved through it vertically and horizontally, and the musical movements undulated. The destructive pressure made everyone's face pale. The closest spectators, namely the successors of the various houses, were already shaking, almost blown away by the pure gravitational force of the music theory.
Yuan He took seven consecutive steps back, his expression shocked. Compared to his grandfather's sword art, which surpassed supernatural forces like ghosts and gods, he was more afraid of Ye Qingxuan, and the power that erupted in a flash... It was a pure, crushing force.
It was as if the ground was rising, and the sky was falling.
The ground and the sky merged.
Everything would be crushed into powder!