The incomplete, giant axe phantom hovered above the dark clouds, the crimson patterns on its blade resembling blood grooves dried for ten thousand years, now greedily sucking in the churning grievances and malevolent Qi in the abyss. With every suck, the phantom grew a fraction denser, and the fierce, awe-inspiring pressure capable of splitting the heavens and earth and slaughtering gods and demons grew a fraction heavier. The space around the axe phantom groaned under the unbearable burden, fine black cracks spreading like a spiderweb.
"The Broken Blade of Xingtian... it still has a lingering soul that hasn't perished!" The Fairy of Yaochi turned ashen, her voice carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremor. The illustrious and fierce reputation of the ancient weapon of slaughter, Xingtian, was enough to make any immortal or god shudder with fear. Even if what lay before them was merely a wisp of a lingering soul barely condensed by ten thousand years of resentment, its might was by no means comparable to those chaotic grievances and malevolent Qi from before!
The giant axe phantom slowly raised itself. There was no whistling wind, no brilliant light, merely a simple, downward chopping motion. Yet the very instant the blade fell, the entire Sword Tomb Abyss seemed to tilt along with it! A crimson axe-beam, condensed purely from the will of destruction, silently tore through the fabric of space, ignoring distance, and instantly slashed right above Li Wuhen's head!
Chapter 64