Immortal Soldier Armor

This sword startled heaven and earth, making even wind and clouds pale.

Dark clouds blanketed the entire vault of heaven, churning without end like a vast black ocean suspended overhead. Strands of terrifying pressure rose and fell in layers like towering waves.

The spiritual energy in every direction was also growing restless, transforming into gusts of wild wind that swept through the area. Everyone present panicked, their eyes filled with shock.

"How... how is this possible? Wasn't his True Essence Power exhausted? How can he still do this?" An elder from the Immortal Palace widened his eyes and spoke in disbelief.

Yet no one could answer him. Many cultivators had already turned and fled into the distance, unable to spare a thought for witnessing the outcome of this battle.

The few cultivators who had seen this sword strike on Shu Mountain were likewise deathly pale as they shot toward the distance. Back then, they had been the first to flee when they sensed something was wrong on Shu Mountain, and that was why they had survived until today. This time, too, they had no wish to perish beneath this sword.

The Immortal Palace Master's expression had darkened to the extreme, his eyes brimming with killing intent. He had never imagined that after giving Chen Fan merely a few breaths of time, Chen Fan would actually mount a desperate counterattack. With no True Essence Power at all, he had fully unleashed this sword strike—and with such overwhelming force.

His brows furrowed tightly. The dangerous aura radiating from that iron sword made him uneasy, yet he did not choose to retreat. This was because Chen Fan had already fixed his gaze upon one of his spirit bodies.

These spirit bodies had all been cultivated through the expenditure of countless painstaking efforts. Every