Ye Qiu held the Kusanagi Sword in his hand, constantly slashing Sword Qi through the air, which could be described as a single sword cutting the flowing water, ten swords collapsing the green mountains.
Every wave of Sword Qi carried immense destructive power.
The man in black acted incredibly fast, daring to catch the sharp blade with his bare hands, a true display of skill and courage.
The Kusanagi Sword, as a divine artifact of the Sun Nation, now in Ye Qiu's hands, became an exceptionally fitting weapon. Infusing the power of black flames, its might erupted, and in an instant, the man in black tasted the bitter fruit of his overconfidence.
The Sword Qi directly slashed his hand, and blood sprayed into the void in an instant.
Hiss hiss...
The blood of a martial artist from the Mythical Realm, scalding like boiling water, sizzled as it sprayed through the air.
