The End of the Road

Wan Quan’s face remained expressionless, but a glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

As his foot sank, his black boots pressed down slowly.

Ye Bai felt the pressure on his body multiply, and his Blood Condensation Technique reached its peak, surging with intensity.

Even on his skin, wisps of bloody mist began to emanate. If this continued, he feared he would be crushed by this terrifying force!

“Swish!”

In the void, a white sword shadow flickered and pierced toward Wan Quan’s brow.

Lu Yuan held the sword with one hand, exuding a terrifying aura of the late Nascent Soul Stage, fully locking onto Wan Quan.

This sword was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it had already reached Wan Quan’s front, effortlessly piercing through.

On the techniques stage, the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect held their breath, afraid to miss any detail, their hearts filled with extreme tension.

“It hit!”