"What exactly is going on with your world!?"
In True Person Demon-Sweeping's hand, Heavenly Immortal Minghua's severed head dripped blood. His face was stricken with terror, his lips trembling as they moved—and he could still speak.
And not just him.
The other three Earth Immortals could speak as well. Though their heads had been severed, they had not died; it was simply rather unpleasant to have everything below the neck amputated.
Yet precisely because they had been beheaded, some kind of "influence" affecting them earlier had been dispelled. An unprecedented terror surfaced in their hearts instead. Heavenly Immortal Minghua could not even comprehend his own thoughts from moments ago: a world with over thirty Fruit Positions! How had he still dared to come here?
"Could it be... a Supreme attacked me?"
That was the only explanation. At this thought, Heavenly Immortal Minghua's mouth twitched. He swallowed all his emotions, barely stopping himself from cursing aloud.
—You beasts!
What sort of figures were Supremes? They occupied Fruit Positions and stood high above all others, yet one had actually attacked a mere Heavenly Immortal like him. Was there no justice? Was there no law?
And where was their own Supreme?
Why hadn't he saved him?
"What exactly are you—"
In an instant, countless words rose in Heavenly Immortal Minghua's heart, but before he could speak, True Person Demon-Sweeping gave him a hard shake. His eyes immediately rolled back.
"Quiet."
As True Person Demon-Sweeping rebuked him in a low voice, his expression was somewhat troubled. His Sword Intent was called No-Kill. As its name implied, his sword did not kill.
Anyone struck by his sword might have their limbs separated, might be crushed to pieces, but they alone would not die. At most, they would lose all their divine abilities and dharma power,