Killing his enemy in an instant, his sword had reached a new level.

The Yin Yang Sword Wheel had truly taken the world by storm!

It was his first time using the Art of Sword Flight, and truth be told, Wu Yu was not at ease. But it was undeniable that the Art of Sword Flight was fast!

He had broken them, and he whooped wildly, his clothes and black hair billowing freely in the wind!

This was the moment of sunset. Wu Yu's youthful arrogance, his deadly flight, his resolution. While they were still stunned, he fled towards the rays of the westerly sun, vanishing into its brilliance in an instant.

This moment had come too quickly, too suddenly!

They only began to react when Mo Xiudao's corpse fell from the skies, slumping against the ground.

Unbelievably, Wu Yu was actually using the Art of Sword Flight!

Many allowed their imagination to run wild. Could he truly be in the Jindan Dao Realm?

But if he truly was, then he would have no need to run like this.

Bang!

The army of close to a thousand burst into action. The demons had been ordered into action by the Ninth Spirit. The Thunder Seabird leapt into the sky, transforming on the fly. His hands...