Where the sword light of Qianshan Si fell, a sudden rise of blood color appeared. This sword had originally been meant to cross blades with Gong Yu, but he had not expected Gong Yu to suddenly turn around. He forcefully restrained his power, and although his breath diminished slightly, he still touched the threshold of the Grandmaster's Heavenly Sect.
This sword, was almost grandmaster.
As if elucidating something to someone else, the grandmaster level Sword Intent of the Heavenly Mountain Sword was fully displayed in this one strike. Instantly, it severed the lifelines of a hundred archers, and within the Yu Floating Mountains, a deep chasm purely split by the sword appeared.
Qianshan Si stroked his palm and sighed, then turned his head to glance again at Wang Anfeng and the others, murmuring, "What a pity."
