"Xu Xiaobei, you're too conceited."
"Sword Principle, it's not as simple as you think!"
Gu Qingsan roared angrily. He pressed his palms together. In an instant, his body faded away.
It was as if he was being erased from his location. When everyone looked at where he stood, they could vaguely perceive what was behind Gu Qingsan's body.
"No Sword Arts, no Sword Flow, it is the true eye of the Sword Principle!"
Once the last word had been expressed, the bleak atmosphere became darker. A gust of cold wind arose and the night suddenly brightened.
It was as if a sword's light tore up the sky like a lightning bolt. Everyone raised their heads in astonishment. Unsettling enough, they saw an enormous eye peeking out from the crack in the sky.
That's right!
It was an eye!