The Yin Mother Sword had boundless strength. Coupled with the might of Xiang Shaoyun's saint soul, an unprecedentedly powerful attack was unleashed. By the time the sword trail faded, it was as though the sky had been emptied of clouds. A deep and long trench was left on the ground, as though the ground had been split into two. A large portion of Xiang Shaoyun's strength had been exhausted by the attack. Even his complexion turned pale.

"Is he dead?" muttered Xiang Shaoyun when he looked at the empty space before him.

"What a powerful weapon. What a powerful clone," a voice sounded above him.

The person in the hemp garment could be seen hovering midair. He remained completely undamaged...