Having made up his mind, Su Hao recalled the Forty-Eight Flying Swords. After replenishing their energy, he teleported them above the Nascent Soul Cultivators once more.
Su Hao adjusted his breathing and focused his attention as one, controlling twenty-four of the flying swords to fly out and form a massive double-layered ring.
In the blink of an eye, they formed the formation—Twenty-Four Flying Sword Array—Sword of Dawn! "Buzz!"
Light gradually engulfed the flying swords, turning them into something like glowing discs.
The next moment, dazzling light burst from the center of the discs. A blinding ray shot forth, extending into the distance.
Yuan Ze and Feng Dan's pupils abruptly contracted. From that ray, they sensed crushing pressure—the threat of death.
"Run!"
The next moment, the two increased their speed again, using escape arts that damaged their foundations. In the blink of an eye, they were already a thousand meters away.
Su Hao locked his eyes on their retreating backs. The light disc turned gently, and the ray turned with it, sweeping out an arc that flashed across the two of them like a Far-Shooting Flashlight being waved through the night sky.
There was no sound. Only a faint flash of light on their bodies, and the two were severed at the chest, their upper and lower halves separating.
Unlike the gushing blood Su Hao had expected, the severed wounds of the two Nascent Soul Cultivators actually emitted a faint white glow. Only a small amount of bright red blood sprayed out, leaving Su Hao greatly astonished.
Could it be that Nascent Soul Cultivators had bodily structures different from ordinary people? Curiosity stirred within Su Hao. A long blade grew from his hand, green light flickering, and with a Flash Step, he appeared before the bodies of the two Nascent Soul