Chapter 586: White Garment Triumphs Over the Heavens

A long sword swept across the sky, as if ripping heaven and earth asunder. A lone figure gripped the sword with both hands, as if he could split the world itself. Every bolt of lightning was cut down by the Ancient Sword, vanishing like spring snow in a blazing fire-silent, gone in an instant. Minard Qin held his sword, a calm, faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked up at the overwhelming power of heaven, his eyes as calm as still water, as if to say: "Heaven's might? To me, it's...