Above the Myriad Dao Plains, a blood-red saber beam stretched for ten li, as if the heavens and earth had been soaked in blood.
The entire plain shuddered violently, and its rumbling echoed without end.
Even the Myriad Dao Sect's protective formation was roused by this power and activated on its own, absorbing all the lingering force of that fierce saber strike.
Otherwise, the entire Myriad Dao Plains might have been cleaved open by Xiao Mo's saber, leaving a bottomless rift.
As the saber beam gradually faded, everyone saw that the First-Grade Magic Tool cauldron and Xia Yu had both been cleaved in half. His soul had also been annihilated in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
"This... how is that possible?"
"Senior Brother Xia... is dead?"
"With just one saber strike?"
"Wasn't Xiao Mo only in the Nascent Soul Realm?"
"A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator killed someone in the Jade Treasure Realm? Am I dreaming?"
After quite some time, the surrounding cultivators gradually recovered from their shock.
They had thought they already understood just how astonishing Xiao Mo's talent was.
But today, with his Nascent Soul cultivation, he had slain Xia Yu of the Jade Treasure Realm with a single saber strike. It all felt like a dream, impossible to believe.
How could someone with such talent exist in this world?
Was this really within the reach of mortals?
"Yu'er!"
A cry of grief rang through the sky. Xia Kong flew down from above and leaped into the formation, trembling as he gathered his son's corpse into his arms, utterly heartbroken.
"So he was your son." Xiao Mo looked at Xia Kong, his tone still calm. "I do remember now."
"Xiao Mo! I'll make you pay with your life!"
Xia Kong, blazing with fury, threw a punch. The force