Inside Xu Wuzhou's body, a hundred streams of blood qi were weaving through, forming intricate patterns that converged into three inscription runes in the palm of his hand.

The three inscription runes vibrated three times, layering upon each other, and then Xu Wuzhou suddenly stood up, grabbing a long blade in his hand.

The inscription runes spread over the long blade like vines, and in an instant, the blade and Xu Wuzhou became one. He fiercely slashed three times.

With each slash, a sonic boom resounded, the blade's light exploded, and the force swept across, cutting a white line in the void, as if it had been split open, a shocking sight.