Chương 1453: Might of the Holy Will

"This…" Those experts who spoke earlier were all stunned as they stared at the immortal king lying on the ground. There was a wound in the center of his forehead, pierced through by a sharp sword as he died instantly by that single strike.

However, how can this be possible? How did Qin Wentian do this? Earlier in that instant, they all only felt a terrifying sword intent flashing by. That was all to it.

Inclining their heads, all of them stared at Qin Wentian. They could sense the gathering sword might around him, forming into rivers of sword qi. The sword qi river consisted of all types of attribute-energy and what was more terrifying was that there was a tiny sword weaving through the river, incomparably soft and flexible, like a willow branch.

This sword was simply too small, inconspicuous amidst the churning sword qi river. However, all the energy of the sword intent and sword might in the area was concentrated in this sword, terrifying to the extreme.