Chapter 240
Within the consciousness of Xu Ming and Xu Xue Nuo, the old man stood with his sword held horizontally before him, as sword energy ceaselessly converged onto his blade.
The air around him seemed saturated with sword intent, as if anyone who dared to approach even slightly would be shredded to pieces.
The old man lightly swung his longsword forward.
It looked like a simple, almost casual motion, as if he were merely waving his sword without much effort.
But in the next moment, the sky above began to tear apart, bit by bit.
Xu Ming felt as though the heavens above him were nothing more than a piece of cloth, and the old man’s sword had just sliced a gash through it.
Through that tear, Xu Ming glimpsed what lay beyond: chaos and nothingness.
But amidst that chaos and void, Xu Ming vaguely saw something—a palace.
“A palace?”