The purple-robed elder flicked a finger, striking a single point on the massive sword-light.
*Crack—*
The sound echoed, sharp and crystalline, like a porcelain bowl shattering. Time seemed to resume its flow. Everything returned to normal—except for the fact that the enormous sword-light Qin Xuan had unleashed, heavy with the aura of destruction, was now fracturing and crumbling into pieces.
Chapter 710