When everyone understood the true rules of this game, the false facade before them would be ruthlessly torn apart, and the real trial would begin.
Wherever the sword light reached, bloody radiance burst forth, leaving not a blade of grass alive.
Song Qingxing wielded his sword alone, clad in dark robes as he walked alone. With the Floating Island where Bai Zhengchun's body had been buried as the center, he began sweeping outward.
Any cultivator illuminated by the light of the [Traceless Sword] would die on the spot within an hour, without exception.
He now pursued only efficiency. With all restraints cast aside, few Cultivators of the same realm could match him. In a one-on-one fight, victory or defeat would soon be decided.
Like Yama walking through the darkness, he mercilessly harvested the lives of the trial participants. The trial's progress, which had previously stagnated, immediately began to rise sharply.
"Pfft..."
Silver-bright sword light flashed past. A middle-aged cultivator in green clutched his throat, but blood continued pouring through the gaps between his fingers. In the end, he could only fall with a heart full of unwillingness and disbelief.
As a Loose Cultivator, he had endured countless battles, licking blood from the edge of a blade throughout his life. He had never underestimated an opponent, yet he had never expected the man before him to be so powerful.
Every sword qi he unleashed was terrifyingly strong, as though it had reached the limit of this realm.
After merely a few exchanges, he had been defeated. As the sword slit his throat, its sword qi also tore through his Sea of Consciousness and shredded his soul.
He had never imagined that, after dominating for centuries, he would die in such a manner.
He had contemplated death, but never that his life