Chapter 672

Yan Zhaoge wielded the Glorious Rainbow Sword, destruction wrought wherever it passed.

Everyone who faced his sword seemed to see infinite strange phenomena before their eyes.

Mountains and rivers surged in reverse, the heavens and the earth broke apart, all lifeforms perished, all things were extinguished.

The world seemed to walk towards its doomsday, everything reaching its end as only desolation and destruction remained.

Wielding his sword horizontally, Yan Zhaoge smiled, "However diligently I usually cultivate in a sword dao, it is only forging its foundations. I have to kill and see blood before success can truly be seen. It is like the final opening of the way for the sword's blade."

"Also, opponents of sufficient standard are required to temper my blade."

Saying thus, Yan Zhaoge stabbed outwards with his sword.

A white speck of light circulated on the tip of the sword, ferocious and vicious to the extreme.