Watching Elder Taia, Lin Ruhu's surrounding tiger roars shook the heavens, with endless might swirling around him.
He stepped into the void, charging directly toward Elder Taia.
From afar, he seemed like a ferocious ancient beast, brutal and powerful.
Like drinking hair and blood.
Elder Taia took a deep breath, condensing sharp sword light in both hands.
This time, he wasn't using Sword Intent, but the Sword Dao.
Entering the Taoism with the sword, cutting down everything.
With a "boom," as Lin Ruhu approached, he felt as if he had been banished to another spatial void.
That was the void of the sword.
Infinite Sword Intents, even various different sword properties.
There were overbearing and unparalleled heavy swords, enigmatic and unpredictable twin swords, and swift swords as fleeting as a white steed passing a gap.
All of these swords charged at him, as if to submerge him within them.
