"This is the first sword! With this strike, I can easily sever the stars and the galaxy, and it's more than enough to cut you down."
After Jian Yinhe executed the Galaxy Sword, he sheathed his longsword, taking a sharp breath, confident that under his swordsmanship, Ye Xuan had nowhere to escape and was certain to die.
Indeed, as Jian Yinhe had predicted. Ye Xuan was truly amazed by the sword strike executed by Jian Yinhe. A swordsman capable of drawing the starry brilliance with swordsmanship and refining it for personal use had indeed reached an incredibly profound degree, leaving Ye Xuan feeling inferior.
The thick, congealed white Star Sword Light, like a white silken ribbon, "whoosh," slashed directly at Ye Xuan's head.
Ye Xuan had nowhere to escape.
Or rather, from the beginning, Ye Xuan never intended to escape.
