Lu Xuan's lips were tightly pressed together, silent as his aura around him suddenly coalesced.
The power of the Primordial Spirit within his Divine Manor shook violently, and the surging force of the Primordial Spirit poured out from within.
Immediately following, Lu Xuan's arm moved slightly, seemingly casually yet with an undeniable decisiveness, gripping the Ghost Flame Nether Saber, and gently swung it.
In an instant, the void was torn apart, and a dazzling blade of purple flame appeared from thin air without warning.
This purple flame blade seemed like the Karmic Fire from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an endless sense of killing intent and heat, slashing towards the white mist of dark energy that enveloped the sky.
The oppressive white mist of dark energy hanging over Haoran Mansion, seemed like the layered resentment of countless wronged souls over millennia, wantonly permeating every inch of space in the city.
