Qin Ming stood up from the end of the world, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Above his head, the Imperial Guard and Heavenly Immortals were locked in fierce battle, behind him was the dense darkness erasing space. The great power of erasing space-time silently surged from behind him, and Qin Ming shattered it entirely with one blade. Nonchalantly wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he propelled himself off the ground and leaped out. The distant space-time twisted due to the martial artist's will, and the dusk-colored blade light suddenly flickered. The three slashes that erupted simultaneously attacked the Order King's head.
