The Golden Immortal, whose long brows fell like waterfalls and whose ears bore feathers, raised his brows and shouted angrily, "Who is it!"
His voice was vast and majestic, like an angry tide surging in all directions. In the blink of an eye, it spread across heaven and earth, shaking the universe.
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve. A gale sprang up, turning in an instant into countless towering pillars of wind that connected heaven and earth and swept across the mountains and clouds. Whirlwinds spun and surged toward the direction from which the Sword Qi had come, crashing forward like mountains toppling and seas overturning.
The other Golden Immortals around him struck at the same time.
Countless laws, orders, Great Daos, and divine arts... surged forth like a raging sea, hurtling toward the direction from which the Sword Qi had come with overwhelming force.
In an instant, the void groaned beneath the strain. Webs of cracks spread across every inch of heaven and earth.
From the fissures, pitch-black Chaos storms poured forth.
The entire world seemed like a shattered porcelain vessel. Cracks rang out one after another, their clattering seemingly endless!
High above, winds and clouds shifted abruptly, the heavens filled with myriad transformations. Astral winds howled into being and swept across the four directions. Spiritual energy rose and fell like the tides. Wherever it passed, all things withered in an instant and crumbled to dust, scattering into the void.
Amid the chaotic fall of spiritual rain, gray-black snowflakes drifted down in flurries.
Everything in sight was vast and bizarre, a scene of utter chaos.
The next moment...
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...
The sound of blades slicing through the air suddenly grew dense as a downpour. Countless sharp Sword Qi, gleaming with clear light, seemed to be