On Taixuan Mountain, at this moment, it seemed that there was only Lord Taixuan.
The moment his finger fell, the vast and endless space seemed to stand still. Everyone felt an inexplicable breath, and their thoughts seemed to have stopped. Between heaven and earth, there was only that one sword.
As this sword was unleashed, the sky glimmered, and the figure of Lord Taixuan became illusory. While he seemed to be in the same place, his actual body had appeared in front of Old Demon Luo. That finger—a sword—pierced through the sky.
When Lord Taixuan made his move, Old Demon Luo had already sensed it. The demonic might on his body exploded instantly, sending pressure across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The sky turned to darkness, pitch black. His palm slammed down without any hesitation, colliding with that sword.