Like heavenly light, the Sword Qi shot in all directions, each beam composed of countless sword threads. Anyone who got grazed by it would suffer damage more terrifying than being torn apart.
Many young people's hearts stopped beating, for they could only close their eyes and wait for death when faced with such a strike.
"How is he?"
The women of Heavenly Snow Mountain stared at the area engulfed in light.
Within, six points appeared, linked by six fine blue threads. As the light burst at the point in the forefront, Shi Xiaole sprang out, his sword thrusting towards Gong Thirteen.
True light has no flaws, but Gong Thirteen's Sword Qi was only an imitation of light—it was vastly inferior to the real thing. Under the illumination of Sword Heart Enlightenment, its flaws were laid bare.
"Six Harmonies Bright Sword, Unity of Man!"