The sword's light was extinguished, and the hundred-zhang Ancient Halberd came crashing down.
Just as it was about to strike, a hand materialized from the void. The palm, as if carved from jade, lifted slightly and actually stopped the cataclysmic descent of the hundred-zhang Ancient Halberd.
PUFF!
There was no earth-shattering collision, only a faint, muffled sound.
The hundred-zhang Ancient Halberd silently shattered, dissolving into countless motes of inky-black light. The specks scattered and rained down from the sky, resembling a beautiful meteor shower in the gloom.
Chu Mu froze for a moment. His gaze shifted to the owner of the hand—a man in a Gilded Dragon Robe, as majestic as the Celestial Emperor.
Then, with a gentle wave of that jade-like hand, an invisible force swept up his utterly depleted body.
