The Most Turbulent Age

"Anyone who moves dies!"

Wei Suo's voice rang out again. On Yuheng Continent's side, the dark, gaunt old man in green robes immediately spat out blood and flew backward. At the same time, a cultivator who had apparently unleashed some unknown magic treasure had barely fled several dozen miles when a streak of azure divine light caught up to him. His head flew into the air, and blood stained the sky.

A chilling aura suppressed everyone on Yuheng Continent's side. For a moment, dazzling spiritual light flashed around the two or three hundred Yuheng Continent cultivators, yet they all remained frozen in midair. Not a single one dared move.

"The gray-black crescent moon he unleashed shook heaven and earth, making an entire stretch of void tremble... and he even unleashed two of them at once. Could he be...?"

"Could he be the one who swept away the Heaven Sword Sect...? How is that possible? Hadn't his flesh already turned to wood long ago?"

At this moment, many cultivators on Tianxuan Continent's side had also noticed some clues, and all of them were deeply shaken.

"You three, hand over your Treasure Pouches and all your magic treasures first."

Wei Suo stood motionless in the air and pointed at the white-haired old woman, the young man in yellow robes, and the noblewoman in palace attire.

Among these six Great Golden Core cultivators from Yuheng Continent, the other three had already been severely wounded by him. Only these three Great Golden Core cultivators still had the strength to fight.

"I told you, I don't like pointless words."

The white-haired old woman opened her mouth, seemingly intending to say something, but Wei Suo swept his gaze over her. She immediately staggered back thirteen steps through the air, coughing up blood with every step as