Shen Lian's thoughts were bright and clear. He could tell that detached Dao rhythm of the rainbow above the pagoda was somewhat unharmonious. He rampantly went on to the bright gold path and attacked it like a thunder. It was indeed effective. But he did not expect to see a Tong Tian Sword Cloud the moment he broke free from the monk's Dharma.
Shen Lian may not be a genius swordsman but had experienced and fathomed the meaning of supreme Killing Swords such as the trapping of a celestial, Yuantu and Avici. To other people, this Tong Tian Sword Cloud was terrifying to the core but to Shen Lian, it was not that scary.
A mouthful of pure Qi of vitality that contained the Killing Sword spurted out and clashed against the Tong Tian Sword Cloud. The clouds scattered, waves of the Blood Sea surged. The dragon groaned loudly and then came dead silence.