Sword Intent Soared to the Heavens, Pressing Down on Cave Profound and Shaking the Eighteen Immortals of the Nine Realms

Heaven fell silent, and all sounds died away.

Between the vast heavens and earth of Buzhou, the boundless Blood Sea, endless clouds and mist, and even the overwhelming demonic aura and baleful intent had all vanished without a trace. Only a streak of sword light stretched across the horizon, leaving a profound mark between heaven and earth.

Gazing at that sword scar, seemingly branded into this world and refusing to disperse, sensing the razor-sharp edge that stabbed straight into the soul, then looking at the hideous flesh wounds before them, the reinforcements from Dahuang World and Zuoshen World, as well as Zhenshui, Zhenhuo, Changsheng, and Busi, who had already experienced Jiang Sheng's methods, all wore a trace of relief.

Fortunately, this sword had been unleashed by Daoist Ling Yuan to force everyone back.

Fortunately, Daoist Ling Yuan was still millions of miles away. Had he been three million miles closer, this sword would have done far more than merely tear flesh and split skin.

As this sword was unleashed, the thirteen Heavenly Demons and True Lords who had previously been brimming with momentum and felt they had firmly overwhelmed Xuanyi and Kong Zhen suddenly developed a trace of fear, involuntarily entertaining the thought of retreat.

Although they suppressed that trace of fear in an instant, they still felt humiliated. Daoist Ling Yuan had not even appeared—he had merely unleashed a single sword—yet it had made them afraid. If True Lord Lingyuan truly appeared, would they not flee at the first sign of trouble?

Underworld Lord Shaobai looked at Blood Sea Daoist and Five-Water Profound Lord, who had been driven back by Jiang Sheng's sword, and watched their expressions change again and again. Jiang Sheng had not even arrived, they clearly held the advantage in numbers, and they were fighting on