A sword swept through, and the heads of six Golden Wing King Clan Demon Monarchs flew into the air, each severed into two by a single stroke.
The demon race, famed for their invincible law bodies gilded in gold light, indestructible by countless calamities, appeared no different than paper mache beneath the sword.
"This is..."
"This is Refining Sword into Silk, Refining Sword into Silk!"
True Master Void Square had completely forgotten everything else, intently gazing at that gentle, willow-fluff-like sword-light, he finally confirmed and began shouting incessantly, like a believer who had arrived at the most sacred hall of the Supreme Being, almost moved to prostrate in worship.
"It's no wonder then."
"No wonder."
True Master Void Square muttered to himself.
Refining Sword into Silk!
What kind of Sword Dao realm is that?