Before they knew it, some had already begun to beat a retreat, quietly inching toward the nearest spatial passage.
At the same time, they kept a close eye on Fang Xiao's movements. At the slightest sign that he was about to strike, nothing else would matter—they would see who could run faster.
Yet no one could run faster than Fang Xiao's sword.
The Great White Sword Pellet in his hand transformed into light in an instant, then split into over a hundred streaks of sword light that shot forth.
After many years, he once again employed Sword Light Differentiation.
Every divided streak of sword light carried the full force of a strike from the Great White Sword Pellet.
At the same time, each streak of sword light locked onto one person from the Tianhuang Realm.
There was no dazzling spiritual radiance, nor any terrifying pressure that seized the soul. There was only one word.
Fast.
In almost an instant, all the Fifth Order martial cultivators stiffened where they stood, then collapsed soundlessly to the ground one after another.
A closer look revealed that an exceedingly tiny hole had appeared between each of their brows for no reason at all.
Without exception, their souls had been annihilated. They were dead beyond doubt.
The eight Sixth Order martial cultivators naturally reacted much faster than the Fifth Order martial cultivators.
But that was all.
Even after exhausting every means at their disposal, it was utterly useless. They could not block the Great White Sword Light in the slightest.
One after another, they fell before the spatial passage, becoming ghosts beneath Fang Xiao's sword.
At the sight of this, Huang Tianya and the others were stunned beyond measure by Fang Xiao's terrifying strength.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot, waves surging through their hearts