Sword energy transformed into demonic generals, and even Xiao Qiang felt the gravity of the situation. Such a strike had far surpassed the limits of Long Jingtian's realm, the boundless spirits serving as the sharpness of the demon sword, and that terrible resentment had become the fearsome sword energy of the demon sword.
Even Xiao Qiang had to admit that the creator of this demonic cultivation technique was indeed a prodigy of the age. Although such a technique was exceedingly brutal and harmful to the natural order, the power of the demon sword was unquestionable.
At that moment, Xiao Qiang took a deep breath, channeling his powerful creation True Qi with all his might. The aura of the Tao Te Ching surged continuously, like the waves of the great sea.
Creation True Qi swirled around him, eventually condensing into a naturally occurring massive halo. And Xiao Qiang stood within this enormous halo, waiting for the descent of the demon sword.