Divine Sound drifted faintly, carrying affection and blessing. It was incredibly complex, like a father looking at his daughter, an elder brother caring for his younger sister, and a grown child offering blessings to his mother.
However, it was extremely faint, vanishing in a flash.
By contrast, that surging killing intent and world-shaking sharpness seized everyone's attention, leaving them shaken to the core.
Nuwa was still relatively well off.
Hongjun, on the other hand, was in for a miserable time.
Because that killing intent was aimed at him. Its target was certain, its direction singular, and it carried a murderous will that had horrified the ages, going along with the will of the people—We were born free. Who dares stand high above us!
Whoever looked down on everything and tried to block the tide of the times would be overturned! Knocked down!
The Dao Ancestor had not even finished showing off for a quarter of an hour before he had to pay the price for his bold words.
The Heavenly Court?
Did he think he could establish it just because he wanted to?
Had he considered the intention of Human Dao Beings to rule themselves?
And he still wanted to control the fate of the world?
Who had given him the nerve!
Sword light chilled the Chaos, reflecting in the Dao Ancestor's eyes as though it were cleaving eternity apart.
"Slay! Immortal! Sword! Formation!"
Hongjun was the target of that sharpness. When the sword qi came rushing in, even he felt a shiver of dread. The peerless killing intent swept in every direction, chilling him to the bone and making him shudder involuntarily.
Was this Immortal Slaying Sword Formation really more than a hundred or a thousand times fiercer and more violent than the killing intent Ancestor Minghe Mo had