The sky above the imperial capital shattered.
Spiritual energy collided like colliding stars, ripping apart clouds and tearing open the heavens.
The ground below cracked and sank as formations collapsed one after another, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure unleashed by dozens of Nascent Soul powerhouses.
Ironjaw Qishi roared, his evil qi erupting like a tidal wave.
"Kill them all!"
At his command, the evil sect alliance surged forward. Blood Saber slashed downward, his crimson blade carving a canyon through the air.
The Benevolent Monk shed his false smile, golden Buddhist seals spinning violently around him as he unleashed suppressed killing intent.
Yet before their attacks could descend.
A single step echoed in the void.
Broken Blade moved.
He did not shout. He did not roar.
He simply raised his broken sword.
The moment the blade lifted, the world froze.
The wind stopped.
Sound vanished.
Even time itself seemed to hesitate.
