The overwhelming Sword Gang slashed through the sky, turning into a rain of blood. The vicious flood dragon, before it could fully manifest the fragmented dharma body of the Dragon King, was severed in two from head to tail. The White-clothed Swordsman, ambushing with lethal intent, abruptly retracted his force, narrowly dodging this sword. The Sword Gang pierced through the entire northern river outside the capital.
In the river, fish swam chaotically in all directions. Yet those struck by the Sword Gang remained unharmed, a testament to the purity of the Living Sword's principles.
But Chen Yi felt as if he had narrowly been cleaved in two by that sword.
When the Fourth Rank Swordsman charged at him, in that fleeting moment, all his thoughts were extinguished. Everything before his eyes slowed to a crawl, and he suddenly felt as though he were tumbling through a fleeting montage of life.
