CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Myriad saber shadows converged into a long dragon of Saber Intent, surging majestically toward Ye Wushuang.
The scene was beyond spectacular. Beneath the long dragon of saber light, Ye Wushuang's body seemed incredibly small—like a lone boat facing a tidal wave, looking utterly fragile.
This ultimate Saber Dao Slaughter permeated every corner, emanating a terrifyingly sharp will. Standing before it, there was no escape—one could only retreat or fight back.
An ordinary person facing this situation would have been so terrified their legs would have turned to jelly, their face pale with fright.
However, Ye Wushuang's expression was fearless. He stood with his chest bared, as if awaiting death. Had anyone else seen this, their eyes would have popped out of their sockets.
The Saber Intent here was brimming with slaughter—menacing, tyrannical, and razor-sharp!
It was remarkably similar to the frenzied Saber Intent from before.
