The massive vortex in the sky was still slowly rotating, and as everyone looked up, they felt as if the sky had been punctured by Mu Can's sword just moments ago, as if, in the next second, countless bizarre creatures would swarm out.
"This, even a Martial Saint couldn't do it, right?" Old Hu muttered as he looked at the huge gap in the sky.
It was just one sword strike, and moreover, Mu Can's sword appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary longsword, even seemingly condensed from mere soil. But the Sword Intent it contained was as dazzling as the sun. In the eyes of those versed in the art of the sword, what had seemed like a crude dirt sword was now as perfect and brilliant as a longsword could be.
"How could this be, how could this be?" Yao Wenbing suddenly fell to the ground, his mouth agape in shock.
