"Is this even worthy of being called a sword?"
Xiao Yi, with one hand behind his back, reached out with the other and effortlessly grasped the resplendent starlight greatsword in mid-air.
The eighth transformation of the Wind Thunder Holy Body had made his physical body as formidable as an eighth-layer elemental weapon.
The mere starlight greatsword couldn't breach his defense in the slightest.
As the sword tip and his palm collided and scraped against each other, a succession of booming sounds erupted, sending sparks flying into the sky.
In the void above.
Su Xinghe, positioned at the end of the massive starlight longsword, had his black hair whipping wildly in the howling wind, as the cold light in his eyes pulsed fiercely, and he issued a thunderous roar, "Little bastard, do you dare to humiliate me like this? Die..."
He had been immersed in the way of the sword for thousands of years.
His achievements in swordsmanship had always been his pride.
