A death calamity descended.
The instant the Heavenly Profound Astral Formation was shattered.
A blood-colored longsword suddenly swept across the sky.
The blood sword was enormous, occupying the entire heavens. Looking up at it, it resembled a divine object holding up the sky, dragging an endless sea of blood behind it. Within that blood sea, demonic creatures roared and churned, striking terror deep into the heart.
A top-grade Dharma treasure—the Blood God Sword.
This was the Blood God Sect's inherited immortal sword. Only successive sect masters were qualified to wield it.
"It's the Blood God Sword."
"It's Jiang Yichuan, the Blood God Sect Master."
"Damn it."
"A top-grade Dharma treasure! Run!"
Startled cries rang out throughout the Mystic Pill Sect, laced with fury, despair, and bewilderment.
It was not over.
A strange murmur suddenly rose in the high sky. It was low and fragmented at first, then gradually grew louder—from scattered whispers to ordinary speech, from ordinary speech to raised voices, until it finally swelled into a roaring bellow.
Yet no matter how loud or soft the murmuring became, no one could make out its exact words. It was vague and bizarre, as though they had heard it clearly, only to forget it the next moment.
An Outer Peak Foundation Establishment peak master had risen into the air from a position near the outskirts. Hearing the murmurs, he frowned. In the next instant, his expression changed abruptly, because he had made out one word.
"Die!"
He had not understood any of the murmurs before it, but this word—"die"—was exceptionally clear.
The instant his expression shifted, that word surged from beside his ear into his sea of consciousness. It grew louder and louder, as though imbued with strange demonic power. It was not a Heavenly Demon, yet it was more like