High in the sky, Murong Hua's aura surged, his terrifying presence making the mountains and rivers below tremble.
With a mocking expression, he looked at Wei Fan. "You want to wipe out the Guangling Sect? You want to kill me? With what? Do you know what a Sacred Sect is? Today, I will show you that the dignity of a Sacred Sect cannot be challenged."
As he spoke, a silver-white longsword appeared in his hand, blazing with light that shot into the heavens.
The Guangling Sect's Sacred Weapon—the sect's foremost treasure and the foundation that had allowed it to overlook the Wasteland for two thousand years. Even Xuanyuan Peak, powerful as he had been in those days, had ultimately not touched the Guangling Sect because of this Sacred Weapon.
"Since the Battle of the Fallen Saint, in these two thousand years, you are the first person to die beneath the Guangling Sect's Sacred Weapon. Even in death, your name will be remembered for all eternity!"
As cultivation power poured into it, the divine weapon erupted with radiance stretching ten thousand zhang. Terrifying Sacred Weapon fluctuations swept through heaven and earth, directly vaporizing the clouds overhead and revealing the azure sky.
A Sacred Weapon appearing meant the destruction of heaven and earth—this was no empty boast. In Wei Fan's sight, mountains collapsed in swathes, rapidly breaking apart.
Under those supreme, unrivaled fluctuations, the world that had been lush and green saw all grass, flowers, and trees swiftly lose their vitality, turning to dust and scattering away.
One had to know that this was merely a Sacred Weapon activated by a Martial King, incapable of unleashing even one percent of its power. If a true Martial Saint activated it, its might would be beyond imagination.
Boom!
In the boundless depths of space,