"This sword..."
Lin Heng paused for a moment, then smiled and generously revealed Xu Changqing's final mindset.
"This sword is named No Regret!"
As the words fell,
Lin Heng raised his hand toward the blazing sun.
The burning sun blossomed, with endless crimson light cascading down like a waterfall.
From afar, it appeared
like a long rainbow piercing the sun.
It seemed the sun, without hesitation, was burning itself, descending to the world.
Rolling heat waves surged across the Eight Desolations.
Thunderous roars shook heaven and earth.
The crimson light collided with the Sword Qi born of all things.
The light was blinding, laws surged; it was the ultimate collision of Sword Qi and Sword Dao.
That place became the center of a storm.
Everything became unseen.
As the commotion subsided, Lin Heng remained standing on the battlefield, while the Quasi-Saint had already crashed to the ground.
His body was covered in wounds, Quasi-Saint blood flowing like a river.
