Lin Qian's sword didn't carry an earth-shattering might, nor did it flash with any brilliant Soul Light. It was merely a sword thrust observed by the surrounding crowd.
But in reality, it was this very sword that had all of its power withdrawn into the blade, lacking any external extravagance.
The Emperor ruled over his mountains and rivers, relying not on the splendor of his palaces or his ornate imperial robes, but on his own inherent strength and skill.
Whoosh!
A faint trace of golden light appeared, revealing the path the Thunder Night Sword in Lin Qian's hand had taken.
The terrifying power contained within the black blade instantly cleaved through Wu Xuan's protective Soul Power, and the sword's edge landed on the opponent's thick Primordial Weapon staff, slicing it into two in an instant.
Lin Qian's sword tip pointed to the ground, indicating the swing was complete.
