The entire Eastern Sea was as silent as a tomb.
Tens of thousands of cultivators stood frozen on the decks of their warships, forgetting even to breathe. The lingering force of that sword strike had yet to fade. The enormous rift cleaved through the heavens was still slowly closing, revealing the terrifyingly deep void turbulence beyond it.
True Person Kongwu, a fourth tribulation immortal, had been grievously wounded by a single sword strike.
The golden fragments scattered when his ten-thousand-zhang golden manifestation was severed at the waist still drifted down like fine rain, turning the dark blue sea a brilliant gold.
Chen Changqing stood in the void, his blood-soaked green robes snapping in the sea breeze.
With the Ten-Thousand Buddhas Annihilation Prison shattered, the suppression of the tribulation immortal laws that had nearly ground him to dust vanished completely, and the nine Purple Mansions within him resumed their normal operation. His right hand trembled slightly around the Immortal-Slaying Sword—not from fear, but because the shock of that green sword light had been simply too overwhelming.
What kind of sword strike was that?
So fast that its path could not be seen.
So powerful that the Mount Sumeru Ancient Shield, the golden manifestation, and the Ten-Thousand Buddhas Annihilation Prison were nothing but rotten wood and withered leaves before it.
The might of a single sword strike had crushed a fourth tribulation immortal.
Chen Changqing slowly raised his head, looking past the churning sea of clouds toward the faint trace left behind where the green sword light had faded in the far east. He had thought he had already seen enough powerful cultivators. In his understanding, Grandmaster Daoist Wuzhen's power at the first tribulation immortal stage had represented Shushan's ceiling.
Yet the might of this sword strike had far surpassed Daoist Wuzhen's