The more tranquil and focused he was, Zhu Minglang stood quietly in the collapsed area, with the Sword Soul and Sword Inscription around him returning to the Crimson Sword Body, and the imposing Sword Peak Soul Shadows also vanished.
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Minglang allowed his body to relax as much as possible.
For a supreme swordsman to unleash a strike with colossal power, it wasn't about how full one could extend their arm or how tense their body was or how wildly they swung. It was about speed and the element of surprise!
The heaven and earth, too, were like a sword sheath, a melting furnace!
Chop!
His bodily strength exploded in an instant. Although Zhu Minglang's strike was too fast to see, one could see a sword radiance more dazzling than the Milky Way, a glimpse of sword flames bursting like the scorching sun!
Within the cataclysmic howl of annihilation, Hua Chou's eyes widened in shock.