Sound waves echoed.
More and more people were forcibly shattered. Only the Blood-Robed Man and a scant few others were lucky enough to survive.
However.
Just as they tried to flee.
A terrifying Sealing Power swept over them.
In an instant, everyone was imprisoned in midair, utterly unable to move.
"No... How could this be..."
"Lu Chuan, I was wrong... Please, spare us."
"I don't want to die yet! Spare me!"
For a time, miserable screams and pleas for mercy rang out without end.
"Unforgivable. You all must die..."
A deep, icy voice sounded from the Nine Heavens.
The next instant.
A figure descended from the sky.
It was Lu Chuan, who had rushed over from tens of millions of li away. With a wave of his hand, surging Divine Power erupted forth.
In but an instant.
Everyone perished.
Even the Blood-Robed Man, who had been so arrogantly invincible just moments ago, was among them. Not one of them even left behind an intact corpse.
From beginning to end.
Lu Chuan had not even spared them a second glance.
His figure flickered, and he had already descended from the high heavens, stopping before Lu Wangshu.
"Brother..."
At that moment, Lu Wangshu was utterly stunned.
Looking at Lu Chuan standing before her, she subconsciously kept swallowing.
In truth.
It was not only her.
The other Misty Palace disciples with her were also filled with shock. As they looked at Lu Chuan, their eyes brimmed with awe.
He was too strong.
With nothing more than a casual wave of his hand, he had effortlessly wiped out over a thousand people.
"Silly girl, why didn't you crush the Communication Talisman sooner?"
Lu Chuan looked sternly at Lu Wangshu. "I gave that thing to you so you could use it. What, were you