Chương 507: Brewing Storm

A whistle sounded from overhead.

This sword whistle was of a different kind of sharpness. It rumbled, heavy as thunder, causing even the sky to tremble.

The illuminated ground before him swayed continuously. Xiahou Jie’s shadow extended amid the constant shaking.

Xiahou Jie subconsciously tilted his head toward the sky. His body turned rigid.

An eye-piercing light ray rapidly magnified in his eyes. The light ray was so intense that he shut his eyes automatically, his mind blanking out.

What… swordplay is this?

The light ray descended so quickly that he was unable to react and could only watch it approach him at an alarming speed.

He was not even able to make out its shape since there was only light in his field of view. Bright, white light.

Xiahou Jie’s final impression of the world was just a sheet of white. Endless bright light, like an ocean of light that he was unable to break free from.