The last two tribulation-light divine rings behind True Person Kongwu shattered completely beneath that strike.
His Fourth Tribulation Immortal Stage cultivation instantly plummeted to the first level. His entire aura withered to the extreme, his Great Dao origin utterly damaged.
The entire scene fell silent.
The cultivators from hostile forces such as the Ji Clan and True Martial Immortal Sect were scared pale, and some even knelt on the decks, kowtowing without pause.
One move.
With nothing more than an ordinary sword leaving its sheath, he had shattered Buddhism's supreme true body and beaten a Fourth Tribulation Immortal Stage cultivator until his Dao foundation was nearly destroyed.
Standing before the Shushan Warship, Chen Changqing felt the nine Purple Mansions within him resonate violently. He stared fixedly at the artistic trajectory left behind by that scarlet sword mark, gaining immense insight.
The Wine Sword Immortal retrieved his sword, hooked the empty wine gourd in one hand, and slowly stepped out into the void.
From high above, he looked down at True Person Kongwu, who hung over the sea like a dead dog.
"Couldn't even take one sword strike. What useless trash."
Killing intent flashed through the Wine Sword Immortal's eyes. He formed a sword gesture with his right hand, and another scorching gleam of crimson lit at his fingertips.
"Since you can't take it, stay in this sea and feed the fish for good."
The Wine Sword Immortal raised his hand, about to point at True Person Kongwu's brow and consciousness sea.
If this finger landed, True Person Kongwu would have no chance of survival.
Just then.
"Dao Brother, stay your hand."
A calm, gentle voice suddenly drifted down from above the nine heavens.
The voice was not loud, yet it carried a vast Dao charm that soothed the riotous spiritual