The world fell deathly silent. Everyone felt the terrifying ripples of will emanating from the Heavenly Venerate. The fury that could erupt at any moment made every heart tremble.
When a Heavenly Venerate grew enraged, heaven and earth would be destroyed.
Everyone felt some regret. Why had they not watched the battle from farther away? Now they were going to be dragged into it as well.
They could not leave even if they wanted to. Heaven and earth had been shrouded by that terrifying will.
"Fang Mo, you troublemaking bastard!"
At that moment, quite a few people cursed inwardly. Killing a True Lord of the Jihuang Sword Palace right in front of a Heavenly Venerate—if that was not madness, what was?
Yet one thought rose in everyone's hearts.
This madman could not be provoked. He repaid every grievance in full. If one could not kill him in a single blow, it was better not to provoke him at all. He was simply too insane!
"Damn it, this kid is ruthless. Looks like there'll be a bloody battle today!"
Qianshan swallowed, the tension making every cell in his body stir with excitement. A great battle—they were going to have it out with the Jihuang Sword Palace. "My sword hasn't tasted blood in a long time. It's already starving!"
Crack!
At that moment, the sound of thunder tore through the dead silence as vast might surged outward.
Everyone froze, then turned toward the Yin Ruins.
Dark clouds churned above the Yin Ruins. Blood-colored lightning tore through the clouds and split the sky for ten thousand miles. The flashing crimson bolts were like blood dragons struggling, raging, and roaring. Streams of energy exploded within the dark clouds, illuminating them with flashes of light.
"What's going on?"
"Did something happen in the Yin Ruins?