The strand of sword intent was definitely like an ant before an elephant when it faced the enormous palm. However, when they both collided….

“AH! What sword intent is that!?” A horrified and furious howl resounded from the horizon.

It didn’t take long for a back robed man to appear before Yang Ye’s group. At this moment, his palm was gradually drying up as if it had experienced the passage of hundreds of years. Moreover, the vitality within him was leaking out like a torrent!

The man looked very young in the beginning, but now, he was quickly aging before them at a visible speed!

“How could this be possible….” The man gazed at his hand in horror. His hand had turned completely pale and was withered like a stick. He raised his head to look at Yang Ye as he said, “Tell me what sword intent this is!”

“Decay!” replied Yang Ye.

“Decay….” A wisp of bewilderment flashed through his eyes as he muttered softly, and then his figure stiffened on the spot. A gust of wind blew by, and the man’s figure transformed into dust that was swept away by the wind.

“How powerful!” Ding Shaoyao spoke solemnly.

The Sword Spirit said, “Decay is like death. Even the regions in space throughout the boundless universe experience...