He strode before the Silver Blood Clan's First Generation and lightly slapped down with one hand, as though a small world had descended. The blow shattered his bones and tore his tendons, making him cough up blood.
Xuantian pressed his advantage relentlessly, giving the Silver Blood Clan's First Generation no chance at all. With another palm strike, he drove the Soul-Extinguishing Needle straight into his skull.
"How dare you?"
The Feather Clan's First Generation could scarcely believe it. He was stunned by such a merciless act of directly killing an opponent. That was the First Generation of a great clan—yet Xuantian had killed him just like that. Was he not afraid of retaliation?
At the same time, he sensed that something was terribly wrong. The shadow of death seemed to shroud him.
"I spared your lives, yet you neither felt gratitude nor hesitated to attack me. In that case, go be reborn."
Xuantian spoke calmly, then lunged forward. How powerful was the Grass Sword Art? It was ranked among the three great ancient sword arts, invincible in all directions and capable of breaking anything. At its pinnacle, it was said to be able to sever past and present and behold the eternal.
It represented ultimate offensive power, an art that could be called invincible. Its destructive power against material things was simply impossible to counter.
Ever since Xuantian began cultivating the Grass Sword Art, he had deliberately tempered his sword fingers. Limited by his current realm, he naturally could not bring out its full power, but even so, it was still beyond the resistance of mere Venerable Realm cultivators. Not even First Generations could withstand it—perhaps only ancient freaks could.
Silver radiance blazed from his sword fingers as runes flickered. The invincible sword qi tore through heaven and earth; with