Dust swirled through the air, and the grasslands continued to tremble, showing just how terrifying Xingtian's strength was.
The Sword Court disciples stared nervously at the dust-shrouded area. Xingtian's earlier axe strike had split the grasslands apart, revealing a bottomless gorge. Looking out, they could not see either end of it.
Xingtian had controlled his strength well. Otherwise, several surrounding domains would have faced utter devastation.
Moreover, Gan Qi was no low-grade weapon. Combined with Xingtian's strength, sinking an entire domain would have been effortless.
Even Qin Jun, standing on the distant Somersault Cloud, could feel that force. It was as though his physical body might be blasted apart by the shockwave.
Luckily, Xingtian wasn't exiled.
Qin Jun felt fortunate. He could only rest easy with such a powerful expert under his control.
He turned to Patriarch Bodhi beside him and asked, "Is the Sword Master dead?"
Judging by Xingtian's earlier attack, the Sword Master had probably already been reduced to pulp...
After a long while, the dust dispersed, revealing Xingtian's figure. He stood tall with the Qi axe resting on his shoulder, a massive gorge at his feet. Before him, the Sword Master remained standing, completely uninjured, though his body was faintly trembling.
Upon closer inspection, the Sword Master's face was drenched in cold sweat, and his eyes were bloodshot. Clearly, he was still shaken by that axe strike.
Faced with the Qi axe, he had truly believed he was doomed.
It had been a long time since he had come so close to death.
This power...
The Sword Master trembled inwardly. He had never felt anything so terrifying, something that was even stronger than the Heavenly Mandate Great Emperor.
Still reeling from the shock, he could no longer maintain his usual composed demeanor. His fighting spirit had scattered,