I flew down into the canyon, and several men and women dressed no differently from the Dao Alliance immortals rushed up behind me. Before they could launch an attack, the sword radiance around me had already swept down, turning them into sieves one by one like a violent wind sweeping away fallen leaves! The protective treasures these immortals brought out—even the flying swords they activated—were all pierced through densely by the sword radiance!
The sword radiance was like countless slender embroidery needles. The treasures looked undamaged, but in reality, their runic connections had already been severed, and they soon fell into self-destruction!
After my sword radiance annihilated these gatekeeping immortals, even more immortals flew toward me from all directions. Perhaps they had realized that I was the attacker, because countless sword lights and spells all came rushing at me. With attacks blanketing the sky and earth, evasion was certainly impossible. Although these attacks had no effect on me—not even enough to harm a hair on my body—I was still the Creation Immortal Venerable. If I got hit, would I still have any face left?
So I rummaged around in my sleeve, only to suddenly discover that a formidable treasure had been waiting for me for quite some time. I casually took it out!
A feather fan appeared in my hand. Its dazzling, multicolored hues made it look like a prop used by a beautiful woman in a performance, but the power of Laws contained within it distorted even the surrounding air!
I immediately waved the fan. A burst of crackling thunder suddenly erupted where I swung it, and even I felt the terrifying power of combustion. Once these dreadful Laws were released, the enemies surging forward were instantly swept away and annihilated!
Rumble!
The combustion evaporated upward, as if thunderclouds