The blade of a thousand feet, its presence so terrifying, split the sky in two.
Along with the blade light, came a cold shout, like the roar of a Demon God.
"Trash from the Three Great Sects, today shall be your end!"
As these words fell, the thousand-foot blade light descended from the heavens.
This one strike wiped out nearly a third of the cultivators from the Three Great Sects!
Blood splattered, severed limbs flew in all directions!
Screams of agony and wails filled the air!
This sudden slash left everyone stunned, frozen like wooden sculptures.
The Yellow Springs Elder and others felt their scalps tingle and hairs stand on end.
Though he was a Saint, he was merely in the Early Stage of Saint.
That blade light gave the Yellow Springs Elder an illusion of facing death itself.
"Who is it!"
At this moment, all eyes were drawn to the sky.
A middle-aged man in pitch-black battle armor, with an aura as cold as a Demon God, stepped through the air.
