Liu Yuansong held the blood-red longsword in his hand, the sword resembling an evil object from Jiuyou Purgatory, emitting a chilling aura.
On the sword's blade, blood-light flowed like substance, with each strand telling tales of countless bloody massacres.
He swung the sword abruptly.
In an instant, the sword's momentum was like a bamboo split, carrying the force to destroy the heavens and earth.
The sword broke through the void, emitting an extremely sharp whistling sound, a sound akin to the Grim Reaper himself blowing a deadly horn, causing fear to grip the heart.
"Die!"
Liu Yuansong roared in anger, the scarlet light expanding madly as it traveled, instantaneously transforming into a massive light blade that blocked out the sun.
Wherever the light blade passed, the space seemed like fragile rice paper, easily torn into abyssal chasms.
