"Annihilate!"
As the word was uttered, the sword in Su Xuan's hand slowly chopped down. Although the sword seemed to move sluggishly, it felt as if it was descending upon Di Jiuyou in an instant, with rolling waves of pressure crashing down like dark clouds.
Di Jiuyou's face tightened, a terrifying surge of air spreading from his body. Gazing at the sword slashing toward his head, Di Jiuyou lifted his hands, and a foggy, white halo made of True Qi emerged, containing within it a terrifying power.
"Crack!"
A crisp snapping sound echoed, and under that sword, the halo shattered instantly, the black sword, the sword of destruction, chopped straight down.