“This is the fusion of heaven and sword?” Lin Yun’s eyes flashed as he experienced the fusion between heaven and sword. Looking at the damaged plaza and the Ice Emperor, who had a trace of blood on his lips, his eyes were filled with excitement. It was stronger than he had imagined, and he merely used a gaze to resolve the strongest attack of the Frostsnow Sacred Palace.0

It might seem exaggerated, but the Ice Emperor’s loss was fair. This was achieved after Lin Yun’s accumulation in sword dao reached the limit. The other swordsmen wouldn’t even know where the profundity of this move lay.1

Raising his eyes, Lin Yun exchanged a look with his master, and they both smiled.0

“The plaza is destroyed…” the Dao Suspend Sword Saint said in a heartache.0

When Lin Yun heard the Dao Suspend Sword Saint’s sigh, he smiled and released his sword intent. The rocks began hovering in the sky by the sword intent, looking like time had been stopped, which baffled everyone. Even the Dao Suspend Sword Saint had no idea what Lin Yun was trying to do.0

“Reverse!” Letting out...0