At the border of Feiyun Prefecture!
Behind them lay a battlefield in utter disarray. Ahead, they would cross into the Earth Capital plane.
Bitter Demon Sword sneered as he glanced around. Sword-wielding martial artists filled the skies and the ground, ranging from powerful martial artists to grandmasters.
These people shared one title: disciples under the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword.
The moment he thought of that title, the resentment, hatred, and unwillingness in Bitter Demon Sword's heart swelled a hundredfold. He wished he could blow the man apart where he stood.
So what if he was the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword? The world regarded him as the Heavenly Sun upon the earth, lofty above all and revered by countless people.
Yet he would make the demon sword shoot down the sun and bring down that mythic figure of the age.
"Bitter Sea Demon Sword, slaughter all living beings!"
Bitter Demon Sword flicked his wrist, splitting into countless rays of sword light. The sword light gathered like droplets into splashes, the splashes clustered into towering waves, and innumerable waves became a boundless Bitter Sea.
The Bitter Sea surged without end, flooding the area occupied by three thousand sword-wielders in the blink of an eye.
Countless blades clashed amid shouts and battle cries. Bitter Demon Sword moved like a ghost, flickering and weaving in every direction like a wisp of smoke. Wherever he passed, weapons snapped and bodies split apart.
His sword light was incomparably sharp. Anything it swept past was severed; nothing escaped dismemberment.
Countless sword-wielders charged at him one after another, yet none could withstand even a single exchange. He slaughtered them until corpses fell like raindrops.
This was the terror of a demon who had entered the Grandmaster realm. Even grandmasters could not stop him; in one exchange, they would