After easily clearing the killing intent from his body, Hao Shuai rose to his feet and slowly raised the Zhu Xian Sword above his head.
Boom!
Like a clap of thunder, the sound suddenly exploded beside everyone's ears, tearing the entire firmament apart. Lightning darted wildly, and the wind and clouds churned. Above the horizon, the Illusory Moon shone brilliantly, its seven colors flashing without pause as they converged into a gigantic pillar of light that descended from the heavens and enveloped Hao Shuai.
The wind and clouds swirled ever faster across the sky. The seven-colored sword of energy, symbolizing the peerless power to slay immortals, appeared once more, looking down on the world in supreme arrogance!
"How is that possible?!"
"How can Nephew Hao...?"
"I don't believe it!"
Everyone from the Righteous and Demonic Paths on Tongtian Peak looked up at Hao Shuai above the Water Kirin, and at the seven-colored sword of energy in his hand. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
The elders and peak masters of the Qingyun Sect, in particular, all knew that only someone in the Taiqing Realm could wield the Zhu Xian Sword.
That was precisely why they found the sight before them so hard to accept.
After all, a Taiqing Realm expert at twenty years old—
Even the astonishingly gifted Ancestor Qing Ye had never come close to achieving that!
Hao Shuai had no idea what the people below were thinking. He simply imitated Dao Xuan, swinging the Zhu Xian Sword in his right hand and slashing downward!
Moments later, countless swords of energy hanging in midair came crashing down with tremendous force, hurtling straight toward the Demonic Cult.
The Demonic Cult disciples gathered their magic treasures to defend themselves, but the swords of energy proved unstoppable. They mercilessly smashed one