C577 He Met the Poison Lay Buddhist Sixty Times

In an instant, the Spiritual Cloud Sword descended from the heavens with a hissing sound, its blade aglow with the brilliance of the stars, as though it intended to cleave the very void itself.

Witnessing this, a sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the Poison Lay Buddhist. A resonant "bang" echoed as the flying sword struck him