What overpowering Saber Intent. Though the strike came from a sword, it had lost none of its ferocity.
This Saber Intent was even stronger than the trace of Heaven-Severing Saber Intent in the Saber Intent Armor he had seen that morning, when he and Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song discussed the Defensive Dao.
Tyrant Song, Tyrant Song. That Sage Name is well deserved, Winter Melon Sage Lord thought.
Yet the Saber Intent was only the beginning.
Once flames sprang from the Scarlet Heaven Sword, they flowed outward from Song Shuhang in every direction like water.
Moments later, flames filled the sky and engulfed Song Shuhang. All anyone outside could see was the roaring fire, a blurred figure within it, and the Scarlet Heaven Sword in his hand.
Song Shuhang stepped down from the air onto solid ground and approached Winter Melon Sage Lord, one step at a time.
With every step he took, the flames followed him. The temperature around them climbed rapidly. The ground cracked, moisture evaporated, and plants withered. Even the little streams at the foot of the mountain dried up.
And this was only the beginning. As Song Shuhang advanced, the flames burned fiercer and the temperature kept rising.
Even from a thousand meters away, the reporters felt their mouths go dry. The air they breathed was scorching hot.
"Heavens, is this what an Eighth-Grade Profound Sage can do when he gets serious?" The reporter from Divine Ridge Cultivator Radio kept swallowing, but his throat remained parched.
"What an overpowering strike. He hasn't even swung yet, and it's already this fearsome. The First Millennium Sage lives up to his name," said the Cultivator Daily reporter. He felt as though the moisture in his body was evaporating.
"And this... is only the windup. Let's move farther back. A thousand