Chi Meng was ferocious, and he attacked like mad.0

Earlier, a paltry little Immortal Lord had forced him back repeatedly. He felt utterly disgraced, and he’d built up a bellyful of anger. Now that the situation was finally turning in his favor, he longed for nothing more than to rip Su Yi into countless pieces.1

“Die!” Chi Meng’s voice boomed like thunder.0

The illusory Denglong stuck to him like a shadow as he swung his palm, tearing apart the skies. That tyrannical power made even the other Immortal Kings gasp.0

But it was at that moment that the humming of a sword swept forth like the tide.0

Like thunder reverberating throughout the nine heavens and the ten earths!0

Su Yi’s sleeves shook, and a streak of sword qi shot out of his right hand. It was ninety feet long, and it looked like a section of misty cloud cut out of the blue dome of heaven.0

It had an ethereal charm about it, but when it shot forth, terrifying sword force permeated the air.0

The sky wailed. Heaven and earth dimmed.0

Beneath this strike, even the turbulent, chaotic battlefield descended into a strange, unnatural silence.0

It was as if the power of this...0