Fang Mo, People from the Sect Have Arrived

Fei Shu fled dozens of miles, his face filled with shock and horror.

A blade scar stretching for dozens of miles had appeared across the earth, like a rift splitting heaven and earth. It was a thousand meters wide and a hundred meters deep. The blazing blade force had scorched the ground into charred earth, as if it had solidified.

A powerful blade aura surged within the scar, and it would likely not dissipate for years.

He looked toward the figure in the sky holding a blade, terror bursting from his eyes. Heavenly Human Realm my ass—this was absolutely a late-stage Transcendent Realm expert, and one who had cultivated the blade path to the Spirit Control Realm.

What was even more terrifying was that although his aura had clearly weakened after unleashing that strike, it became powerful again within a few breaths.

He must be one of those reincarnated Void Comprehension Realm big shots. Ao Kong truly deserves death!

Fei Shu's expression turned grave. Looking into the blade scar, he saw that Shen Chengchuan was almost no longer human. His body was split open, one arm severed at the shoulder. Lying in the scar, he was nearly devoid of breath.

His gaze shifted elsewhere, to where the blade scar had not been severed. He frowned slightly.

"Ao Kong isn't dead?"

He saw that Ao Kong was still alive. Although he had been grazed by the blade force, that was blade force capable of killing a mid-stage Transcendent Realm expert. Yet Ao Kong's aura was merely in disarray, and he kept coughing up blood. He was still alive, unlike Shen Chengchuan, whose life or death was unknown.

"He still wants to kill me!"

A sense of danger suddenly struck him. Fang Mo was looking at him. Fei Shu's heart tightened, and