Dark clouds pressed overhead, and a river of swords spanned the heavens.
A killing aura hung over the arena.
"Insolence!"
Before Gou Wuyue made a move, someone among the White Robes could no longer suppress his fury.
There was no doubt that among those present were Sovereigns, and there were also Dao-Slayers.
Sword cultivators might worship the Eighth Sword Immortal as a god, but beneath heaven and earth, sword cultivators were far from the only ones.
"A hunched wretch dares speak of treating us like fish on the chopping block?"
With an angry rebuke, a White Robe whose head had nearly been blasted apart by the decadent Buddhist chants in his mind lunged forward, arriving with chilling force.
"Wang Rang!"
"Don't—"
Cries of alarm rang out at once.
Yet with everyone too occupied to fend for themselves, no one could stop Wang Rang.
"Boundless Life-Severing!"
Wang Rang's beard and hair flew wildly as he flung out a hand.
A streak of mysterious golden light spread forth, directly enveloping everyone in the arena.
In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall completely silent.
The wind, cries, the ringing of swords...
All vanished!
Other than the azure river of swords still stretching across the scene, even the voice of the great Buddha that Ba Zunan had invoked through his chant was erased in an instant.
"Dao-Slayer?"
Ba Zunan glanced sideways, his eyes utterly tranquil.
This Void Domain could indeed erase, in a short time, every negative condition here that was unfavorable to the White Robes.
But even Gou Wuyue had been rendered speechless by his rebuke.
Where had this fellow come from, and how did he dare point fingers at him? "A hunched wretch?"
Ba Zunan murmured, then laughed.
His waist and back were indeed slightly bent, no longer bearing even