Silence gripped Tianjian Peak in that moment.
Everyone stared blankly at Ning Wangshu's figure standing proudly in mid-air, and for a long time, no one uttered a sound, trembling like cicadas in winter. Only the ragged sounds of swallowing and gasping rose and fell in succession.
Yan Guichen and the elders of Wenjian Cliff also felt their scalps tingle, completely unable to describe their current feelings. Their hearts simply trembled incessantly, their bodies shivering uncontrollably in utter fright.
Even the Immortal Sword had been directly swatted away by a single palm strike from Ning Wangshu; how could they not be shocked and terrified?
This already exceeded their cognition.
Amidst the dead silence of the entire crowd, Water Yuanzi's voice suddenly rang out, "What did this lord tell you all? I already told you that trying to kill this lord with just a petty Immortal Sword like that was destined to lead to disappointment."
"This lord didn't lie to you!"
Water Yuanzi wore a smiling expression, looking at Feng Yijue with a hint of mockery.
His words also jolted Feng Yijue awake from his shock and disarray.
Feng Yijue swallowed with difficulty, glanced at Water Yuanzi, and then looked toward Ning Wangshu. With a trembling voice, he said, "You... who on earth are you, and why are you able to... to send the Immortal Sword passed down by my Wenjian Cliff flying with a single palm!"
Ning Wangshu chuckled softly and said indifferently, "Why would a dying man need to ask so much? However, since this lord is feeling merciful, and since you wish to know, this lord doesn't mind letting you all become ghosts who know what killed them!"
With that, Ning Wangshu added proudly, "Listen well, this lord's surname is Ning, given name Wangshu, and my title is none