Su Yi's calm voice still echoed through the air, but his figure had vanished from where he stood.
At the sight of this—
Qu Changhen, clad in purple robes with a white beard, twitched his eyelids and shouted, "Careful!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, the enormous Yellow Gourd beneath his feet boomed and trembled, gushing forth billowing black smoke that enveloped him as he vanished into thin air.
"Break!"
Hong Zhiwen, an aged man clutching a palm-leaf fan, unleashed a thunderclap from his tongue. Thirty-six Purgatory Evil ghost diagrams abruptly emerged around him, layering defense upon defense around his body.
"Rise!"
Tantai Ye, his willow-like beard drifting in the wind, suddenly heard his sword case explode behind him. A Pine Pattern Dao Sword shot forth, transforming into countless gleaming round curtains of sword light, like layer upon layer of Secret Realm Worlds.
"Guard!"
Fei Yanzhi flung out the flower basket in her hand. A massive Black Mandala Flower bloomed in midair, its petals as weighty as mountains and flowing with obscure power of laws.
Almost at the same instant—
The other Emperors present all used their respective trump cards without hesitation.
Some activated secret talismans, some brought forth secret treasures, and some performed secret arts.
All manner of wondrous techniques displayed the most formidable might of these Emperors!
No one dared hold anything back.
That sword cry that had pierced heaven and earth, that all-reaching sword light, and the unimaginable, terrifying aura of the Sword Dao spreading from the blue-robed youth had made even these old monsters, weathered by countless storms, feel a grave threat bearing down upon them.
Under such circumstances, who would dare be careless?
In the distance, a streak of sword light suddenly appeared.
The sword light was simple and pure, as immaculate as a faint