A single summons to audience had judged rank and status, life and death, on the spot.
The clear, shrill voice pierced through the walls of flesh, its unquestionable echoes rolling back and forth between the Ten Cities of Yincao.
Those trapped within the city boundaries felt as though ten thousand tons weighed upon them, unable to stop trembling from the depths of their souls.
One after another, they looked around in panic, their eyes filled with helplessness.
Presence! The presence of the Divine Court's Yincao was far too overwhelming!
Compared with when the Sword Ancestor had chanted scriptures earlier, the pressure they felt here was even greater—more than dozens of times stronger.
Everyone searched for that person, yet none could find him.
It was as though, within this place, even one as powerful as the Eighth Sword Immortal could only fade into the crowd alongside the cultivators of Lingyu and the trial-takers of the Ghost Buddha Realm.
"He can't even get through the gate..."
"But he's Ba Zunan!"
An Ancient Sword Arts cultivator wore a bitter expression.
The faith held by all swordbearers from the Eastern Region seemed to collapse alongside that proclamation.
Just then, a soft laugh came from the void. "So many tricks and schemes, yet you refuse to show yourself. After making me wait so long, you're using these vermin to test me?"
—Ba Zunan's voice! The effortless composure and grace carried in that voice instantly kindled hope in many hearts.
At the very least, Ba Zunan had not been crushed in one blow by the Divine Court's presence like ants such as themselves.
Heh heh heh...
Ghostfire flickered.
The hundreds of millions of sinister ghosts forming the flesh walls twisted their savage heads around in unison, countless gazes converging upon one point.
Everyone's eyes immediately followed.