A Turn of Events
"Senior, this is the territory of our Ice Moon Sect. Please, for the sake of our Supreme Elder, spare us!" a yellow-robed old man pleaded, sweat pouring down his face.
His opponent didn't even need to lift a finger. The Spiritual Pressure alone had left them unable to stand. He had to be a Spirit Transformation cultivator at the very least.
"I don't care what sect you belong to. Until we're finished here, stay put like good little boys. Otherwise, this is what will happen to you."
Xiaoyaozi pointed toward a patch of empty ground. An invisible gust of astral wind shot out and struck it.
Rumble!
A tremendous boom rang out!
The ground vanished, leaving a massive crater more than ten zhang across.
At the sight, the three Core Formation Cultivators exchanged glances and swallowed hard in unison, not daring to move.
Xiaoyaozi clearly had no intention of killing them. They'd be better off behaving and waiting until he was done.
Xiaoyaozi abruptly looked toward a certain spot and said coldly, "Who's there? Get out here! Hiding in front of me, huh? Hmph, don't try showing off your meager skills before an expert. Do you even know who I am?"
He summoned a green long saber about a zhang in length and slashed toward a patch of empty air. With a piercing whistle, an azure giant blade more than a hundred zhang long flew out, carrying an apocalyptic force as it cut toward the void.
Ripples suddenly stirred in the air, and a streak of blue light and one of red shot out, dodging the azure giant blade.
Rumble!
A deafening boom rang out as the azure giant blade struck the ground, carving a huge fissure into it.
Hundreds of zhang above the ground stood