Boom!
At the instant of their collision, a deafening roar erupted.
Zhao Wuxiu's clothes tore apart as his hair flew wildly.
Countless tiny Sword Qi, like a fierce storm, raged down, leaving scars of varying depths across his body, with blood rapidly staining his physique red.
The building under Zhao Wuxiu's feet collapsed, his form continued to plummet, and the ground cracked inch by inch, the fissures spread out like a spiderweb, eventually forming a vast pit.
Those watching from a distance were utterly shocked by the scene.
The Sword Demon was universally acknowledged as the top swordsman in the world, and this was beyond question. But in terms of overall strength, no one believed he ranked in the top three, some even thought he wouldn't withstand a single move from Zhao Wuxiu.
Yet at this moment, everyone witnessed what the strength of the world's number one swordsman truly entailed.
