Seeing Jade Maiden's expression, the cultivators present were somewhat puzzled.
Seeing this, the big man hurriedly said, "Naturally, there is no need for Jade Maiden Your Highness to act personally. We can suppress and kill him ourselves!"
He thought that asking Jade Maiden Your Highness to make a move had angered her.
After all, Your Highness stood high above all, a myth who reflected the heavens. Why would she lower herself to deal with a Blood Robe Sword God?
"Personally?" Jade Maiden sneered. "Why wouldn't I act personally? I must act personally!"
Seeing this, the burly man rejoiced inwardly.
Yet in the very next breath, an intense sense of danger struck him, like thorns against his back.
He instantly became alert. Before the Divine Spiritual Power across his body could gather, immense pressure fell directly upon him.
The other Great Venerables who had been clamoring alongside him also suffered the same pressure.
"No!"
They could not understand it, nor did they comprehend why Jade Maiden Your Highness was attacking them.
They were merely alternative myths, separated by far too great a gulf from myths who reflected the heavens.
In an instant, the eight Great Venerables perished, crushed into powder.
Jade Maiden had come from the Upper Realm, and her control over power had already reached an astonishing level.
Such an obliteration would not draw the Heavenly Dao's pull and enter the Void Realm.
Breaths grew hurried across the scene as everyone looked at Jade Maiden with apprehension.
Jade Maiden clapped her hands. "He is the light of this world, the only person with any hope of freeing you from the great calamity. And you wanted me to kill him?"
Leaving aside whether the Blood Robe Sword God could withstand the great calamity.
Even the feat of ten suns hanging in