Chương 1628: At the End of His Wits

Emperor Shun wielded his sword, causing a sharp noise that sounded like tearing clothes to rise as he released a strong stream of sword light, pressing down like a thousand layers of mountain. Facing the sword light, Ji Xia's long hair fluttered in the air while a strong gale drilled into his nose and mouth. Uncontrollably, he stepped backward.

Emperor Shun's sword was terrifying. Ji Xia could swear with names of all Gold Crow Clan ancestors that he had never felt such a fierce sword intent before.

Emperor Shun did nothing but wield his sword, but already, Ji Xia felt like watching all mountains in Pan Gu world falling on his head one after another. A sword intent should be sharp as a beam of light, but Emperor Shun made it incredibly heavy.

Ji Xia had fought many powerful warriors, and he also fought a great number of spirit creatures during the flood-control mission. But, he never faced someone like Emperor Shun, who managed to force him back by simply wielding a sword.