Was this play to your satisfaction?

Niu Ben pointed a finger.

That wisp of primordial chaos power was utterly silent, yet it seemed to pass beyond the sword qi, beyond the Saintly Might, and fall directly into the deepest part of the Primordial Violet Qi.

The residual imprint within the violet qi twisted violently.

As though someone had forcibly dragged it out of a fog.

Tongtian's gaze sharpened.

Taishang raised his eyes slightly.

Primordial Heavenly Lord also sensed that something was wrong.

That imprint was not merely a trace of the Heavenly Dao.

It seemed afraid, but what it feared was not the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, but the power of Primordial Chaos contained within Niu Ben's finger.

"Interesting."

Niu Ben spoke indifferently.

"It dared to borrow the Zhuxian Sword Qi to hold out, yet it wants to flee at the sight of my power."

"Looks like the thing behind you knows that the Dao of Primordial Chaos counters you."

As his words fell.

The Primordial Violet Qi suddenly shuddered.

The phantom was finally forced by Niu Ben's power to reveal its outline.

In that instant, an immensely ancient aura spread forth.

That aura did not belong to the present Primordial Wilderness.

Nor did it belong to the Saints of the Heavenly Dao.

It was more like something left behind from the depths of Chaos before the creation of heaven and earth.

Taishang's expression finally changed.

Primordial Heavenly Lord said in a low voice, "Chaos Qi."

Tongtian sneered.

"After hiding your head and showing your tail for so long, you're remnants of Chaos after all."

"Whoever you are, This Seat will first cut down this imprint of yours."

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords trembled at once.

Sword qi surged like a sea.

Countless killing Dao patterns churned within the formation, transforming into a sword shadow that