Zhou Dao, with a light and airy demeanor, stepped forward. His right hand, entwined with the [Golden Treasure Blood], smoothly caught the falling [Evil Devouring Sword]. The sharp edge of years emerged from his right hand, piercing directly through Bai Lingting's chest.
"You…"
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and Bai Lingting's mouth hung open in disbelief.
His most relied upon Abyssal Weapon, his greatest trump card, which had slain countless ancient great swords of the Sunset Sect through the years, was actually caught so effortlessly by this man before him!?
"Impossible… How is this possible?"
Bai Lingting howled madly.
The Nemesis of the Sunset was actually endured by Zhou Dao with his flesh and blood body…
What did this mean?
At this moment, an unprecedented fear swept over Bai Lingting like a storm.
He was frightened...
If he had once presented himself before other living creatures in an unknown manner, bringing unprecedented oppression and fear,