Clouds of blood mist burst one after another, severed limbs flying everywhere.
Lying on the ground, too weak to struggle, Feng Leiting watched the Sword Qi hurtling toward him, his eyes filled with despair.
At that moment, he was no longer the Heavenly Dao Alliance's fourth alliance leader or a general of the Chu Kingdom, merely a gravely wounded martial artist waiting where he lay to die.
He felt some regret over coming to Great Xuan.
But in the next second, he could only watch helplessly as the azure Sword Qi pierced his chest.
It instantly blasted his internal organs apart.
Zhao Yunlan, at the martial saint realm eighth level, also knew things were going badly.
The true essence within him circulated frantically as he unleashed his poison arts, attempting to destroy the Sword Qi heading toward him.
Yet against the sea of swords filling the sky, even with all his strength, he only managed to destroy a few dozen strands of Sword Qi.
Against ten thousand strands of Sword Qi, that was nothing but a cup of water thrown on a cartload of burning firewood.
His true essence was already exhausted.
Countless strands of azure Sword Qi engulfed Zhao Yunlan in an instant.
His body was riddled like a sieve, blood pouring out ceaselessly. His death was gruesome.
The ten thousand strands of Sword Qi washed back and forth through the Heavenly Dao Alliance's ranks like a tide, one wave following another.
The Heavenly Dao Alliance's several thousand martial artists, together with the horses beneath them,
were all cut down, one after another, as the sea of blue Sword Qi swept back and forth, slaughtering them. Not a single martial artist could escape under these circumstances.
Once he felt it was about enough,
Su Fei dispersed his true essence,