Xiao Yi held his sword in one hand, standing resolute against the wind.
The bone-chilling wind that fell upon his body was no match for the icy killing intent emanating from him; when they collided in the void, they burst forth with a thunderous roar, forming bright, frigid stars in the emptiness of space.
Nantian Bao's fiery pillars increased the surrounding temperature tenfold in an instant, the heat so intense as to almost melt the void itself.
Xiao Yi's face remained expressionless, sword in hand, as he pointed forward.
Sword Twenty-Three!
The greatest technique of the Infinite Sword Canon passed down by Zhao Wuji was Sword Twenty-Two, but Xiao Yi had perfected the as-yet incomplete Sword Twenty-Three. After gaining Zhao Wuji's legacy from the Longevity Secret Realm, Xiao Yi had advanced Sword Twenty-Three even further.
This sword seemed unremarkable at first glance.
Yet it was unquestionably the ultimate sword of the path of killing.
Hum!
With one stroke, came life!
