Goal

Yan Mobei offered no resistance, letting that speck of spiritual light drift into the space between his brows.

After all, an Emperor Sword could take his life as easily as blowing away dust.

Once he had closed his eyes and absorbed the information contained in the light, Yan Mobei opened them and clasped his sword in salute. "Thank you, senior."

Wuxu said nothing more. He lifted his gaze to the heavens, countless strands of Sword Qi weaving in his eyes as divine light pierced the void and looked out into the boundless cosmos.

Hum...

The long sword in Wuxu's arms began to tremble. The sky, where the sun had hung high, gradually dimmed.

Szz—

The blade slid inch by inch from its sheath, bright as a clear spring. It seemed to hold the flowing years upon its surface.

The Emperor Sword, sealed away for hundreds of thousands of years, was drawn. Sword Qi pressed down across a million miles, shaking the Demon Domain. Countless demon beasts tucked in their tails and bowed their heads, crawling flat on the ground, not daring to look up.

Beasts would not enter the woods, and birds would not cross the sky.

The demon kings in the distance, Cangyue and the others, were already so terrified their souls had nearly fled their bodies. Their hearts brimmed with relief at having survived disaster.

The auras of those great demons had vanished in an instant. Their fate was easy to imagine. Had they joined in the commotion just now, their own ends would have been just as obvious.

Clang—

A sharp sword cry tore through tens of thousands of miles of void. Chilling sword intent suppressed the whole universe.

Wuxu raised his sword toward the sky and spoke a single word, his voice indifferent.

"Slay."

The clouds