At that very moment, there were no words to describe the brilliance of the sword aura. The quiet and lonely artistic prospect permeated in the endless sword aura. There was the occasional fierce experience with a breath of massacre mixed in, just like the clear floodwaters. Even though it did not have that monstrous power and influence, but the overflowed water was still enough to shock one to the core.
The giant palm was formed from the majority of Chao Xiaoyu's psyche power. It also came from within her psyche mind. Originally, aside from those masters who were one thread away from powang, the rest would discover that such appalling psyche power was hard to find.
Chao Xiaoyu sat steadily on the lotus throne, like the true body of the Goddess of Mercy as she clearly saw the sword aura's invasion. It was as if the emotionless expression predicted that the victory was hers to be held.