"How dare you!!!"
The withered elder's half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and a killing intent as solid as substance shot straight from his eyes, instantly transforming into a blood-red flying sword.
As soon as the blood-colored flying sword appeared, countless ghostly cries echoed throughout the void. Immediately afterward, hundreds of thousands of specters materialized out of thin air, bolstering the flying sword as it slashed toward the direction where Chen Yuan stood.
In an instant.
The once clear skies over Mingding Ancient City were shrouded in blood clouds, transforming the place into a purgatory filled with ghostly wails and demonic roars.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"
The scarlet-black sword radiance, accompanied by a shrill, piercing sound, slashed toward Chen Yuan.
All of a sudden.
A mass of scarlet-black mist, spanning tens of miles, enveloped Chen Yuan with its sharp howls and terrifying sword qi, including the three-foot Green Gold blade radiance.
"Sizzle!"
