"Die!"
Luo Yi glanced indifferently at the cultivators charging toward him and uttered a word like a Death God's judgment.
Then the Immortal Art: Tianyan Forty-Nine, already primed in his palms and mastered to Great Accomplishment, burst forth.
Like the first ray of morning sunlight, it effortlessly scattered the darkness shrouding the Heavenly Firmament.
But darkness was not the only thing that light swept away. It took the cultivators' lives with it.
A touch meant death. The slightest brush meant doom.
Every cultivator the Immortal Art: Tianyan Forty-Nine touched was killed or crippled.
"This..."
Many who had been half a beat slow had planned to let the others battle Sect Master Luo first.
Those hoping to swoop in afterward stared at the scene, their eyes filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.
They knew the handsome Green-Robed Youth could not have become Tianyan Sect Master without talent, Comprehension, and Endowment far beyond ordinary people's.
His combat strength surely had something exceptional about it, too.
But they could have racked their brains forever and never imagined he was this powerful.
Even after exhausting every life-saving measure they possessed, they could not survive against that youth, who seemed like one of the Gods and Devils.
"A ghost! Help!"
"We know we were wrong! Sect Master, you have to save us!"
"That's right, Sect Master! We only came to watch the excitement. We never meant Sect Master Luo any harm! Please see the truth!"
Once the first cultivator in the crowd lost his nerve completely,
many Endless Sea Nine Sons Inner Sect Elders and Personal Disciples who had mingled with the crowd, hoping to profit from the chaos or strike Sect Master Luo from the shadows,
hurriedly cried for help and turned pleading eyes toward the eight enormous, illusory figures at the edge