Lu Chen didn't waste any more time. He squinted slightly; his aura abruptly stagnated. Then he slowly raised the sword in his hand; the patterns on the sword's hilt seemed infused with vitality, emitting a faint yet chilling glow.
Immediately all following, he swiftly swung his arm, slashing out with a sword, sending a vast Sword Qi surging towards the Great Emperors of the four major forces in the distance.
The Sword Qi was like a galaxy pouring down from the heavens above, carrying an unmatched majesty. As it passed, the air was torn, producing piercing howls, and space shattered inch by inch.
The Great Emperors, affected by the black aura, had their bodies bound by invisible shackles, unable to move. Now confronted with the seven-colored Sword Qi surging like a tidal wave, a tinge of fear and despair flickered in their eyes. Their lips trembled slightly, but they couldn't even cry for help in time.
