Qin Feng's eyes were cold.
Suddenly, the world around us plunged into darkness, and the intent of the sword congealed in the air. The terrifying sword intent formed sword light. Surrounding Yuanzhen Saint, the sword light flowed like a whetstone, instantly covering Yuanzhen Saint from all sides.
"No, no—" Yuan Zhen's disciples were terrified, struggling to resist with defensive techniques.
"Puff."
As the light of a thousand swords rolled over him, his body was shattered, and his soul obliterated, directly slain.
Arrived Qin Feng exclaims, "How is it possible? Merely the cohesion of the sword can kill a Holy Land with Level 4 Power?"
"That broken sword of his was useless, and barely struck. This is the meaning of the sword..."
"Here, this place is terrifying!"
