Hundreds of rounds had passed, and Li Muyang had yet to fall behind. Suddenly, a long river of sword energy appeared in the void, stirring up countless surging waves, fiercely turbulent.

Above the river, hundreds of thousands of sword intents condensed, moving with Li Muyang's thoughts.

A single strand of sword intent could cut down an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, its power so overwhelming that it made countless sword cultivators tremble with fear.

"Boom!"