Qingyun Sect.
The back mountain of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Ye Xuan moved.
There was no earth-shaking momentum, nor dazzling spiritual light dancing across the sky.
He merely thrust one finger forward with complete calm.
Ssss—
An exceedingly faint sound rang through the air, like silk being sliced open by a sharp blade.
A green sword aura no thicker than a finger shot out soundlessly.
It did not attack anything tangible.
Instead, it pierced directly into the void.
The next second.
A hundred meters away, an ancient tree that would have taken two people to encircle suddenly split down the middle.
The cut was smooth as a mirror.
No wood chips flew. No trunk shattered. It simply split neatly into two halves.
Only after the two halves crashed to the ground did that terrifying sword intent, which seemed capable of annihilating even the soul, erupt belatedly, startling countless birds into flight.
The old man's motion of drinking wine came to a halt.
He stared at the fallen ancient tree for a long while.
A profoundly complicated emotion flashed through his murky old eyes.
There was gratification, loneliness, and above all, a sense of relief.
"Monster."
After a long while.
The old man finally cursed under his breath.
Half a month.
Only half a month.
Not only had this boy learned Slay Ghosts and Gods, he had even forged his own path.
If his own Slay Ghosts and Gods was domineering and fiercely powerful,
then Ye Xuan's Slay Ghosts and Gods was the ultimate sharpness, murderous intent restrained to the extreme.
Such talent could no longer be described as genius.
This was practically Heaven chasing after him to feed him, then worrying he might choke and specially mixing meat broth into the rice!
"That's enough."
"Stop being an eyesore here. Get lost."
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