Winter Solstice Sacrifice to Heaven, Part Four

Sword Qi surged into the sky above the sacrificial altar, howling like a blizzard.

The snow piled before and behind the two of them was swept away in an instant. Snow mist surged like rolling dragons, soaring into the sky and vanishing without a trace.

Countless deep sword marks appeared on the stone slabs beneath their feet. It looked as though the plaza before the Hall of the Son of Heaven might split open, collapse, crack apart, and turn into an abyss at any moment.

Sa Tongtian grunted and staggered back three steps.

The bamboo hat on his head and the cloak on his body split apart inch by inch, fluttering down as if Feng Xiujian had cut him to the brink of death.

If the old man hadn't still been standing without coughing up blood, Qin Yanyu would have thought the high priest was about to die before her eyes.

Feng Xiuyun didn't retreat. Her body only swayed slightly, like an old tree in the wind.

She gripped a spirit sword and silently pointed it at the old man before her.

Looking at the guests around the plaza, she said indifferently, "The former High Priest... is nothing special after all."

At her words, everyone was stunned.

Qin Yanyu said to the Grand Marshal beside her, "No wonder Moonlight Manor has stood in Moon City for a hundred years, with no one daring to trespass."

Moonlight Manor and the High Priest had revealed the strength of their cultivation with a single sword exchange.

Like Moonlight Manor, Sa Nengtian had stood in the imperial city for many years; his strength was just as unquestionable.

The High Priest's power wasn't unexpected. What truly shocked everyone was Moonlight Manor.

It had stayed out of the world, biding its time for a hundred years.