While everyone was trembling with fear at the strange yet terrifying aura emanating from the White-robed Sword Venerable, Juechen Tianzun, who was being suppressed by Ning Wangshu, revealed a vicious glint in his eyes.
He shot Ning Wangshu a cold look, gritted his teeth, and said harshly, "You should feel honored that the Sword Venerable himself has taken action!"
"But once the Sword Venerable makes his move, no matter how powerful your abilities are, you're doomed. Hmph!"
He let out a heavy snort, his face twisted into a sinister grin as he looked at Ning Wangshu.
He seemed to have already seen Ning Wangshu being slain by the White-robed Sword Venerable...
The White-robed Sword Venerable looked down at Ning Wangshu from above. His sword-like brows rose like peaks, and his cold eyes resembled two razor-sharp, icy sword beams.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke with an air of haughty pride. "To die beneath my sword and have the good fortune to witness my methods—you should be proud!"
"After all, someone like you would never have encountered power and abilities of this level in your entire life, had you not met me."
"As the saying goes, 'Hear the Dao in the morning, and die content in the evening.' You should be satisfied!"
As he spoke, the White-robed Sword Venerable slowly raised one hand, then joined his fingers to form a sword.
In an instant.
An unusual sword glint, imbued with an incredibly profound and mysterious aura, suddenly flickered at his Sword Finger. Though that wisp of light seemed faint, it radiated a terrifying aura, as if it could destroy the heavens and earth!
Looking at the White-robed Sword Venerable's arrogant, lofty bearing, Ning Wangshu suddenly grinned. "Heh... hehehe..."
"What a fine 'Hear the Dao in the morning, and die content