As the figure in green robes stepped closer through the ruins, the people outside the mountain-protecting array stood frozen in shock. Amid the dust that filled the sky, they could only make out that it was a person, not his face.
Moreover, everyone was still immersed in the tremendous upheaval before their eyes, utterly unable to come back to their senses.
Clearly, nine Golden Core Realm powerhouses had joined forces to besiege Chen Fan. Why had the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly collapsed into ruins?
"Th-then... what exactly happened?"
"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect... is gone?" A young cultivator stood there blankly. He turned to the person beside him as though asking whether he was dreaming.
Yet he discovered that the people around him wore almost exactly the same expression as he did—lost and stunned.
No one dared believe what they were seeing. The vast Ten Thousand Swords Sect, one of the three great sects, had simply been reduced to rubble?
"Who survived?" Only then did someone suddenly come to their senses and stare at the green-robed figure approaching step by step.
"Who could it be? To actually survive such an upheaval?"
"What exactly happened to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? Even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator probably couldn't make the entire sect collapse in an instant. What on earth happened?" Everyone was filled with doubt, their gazes converging on the approaching figure.
At this moment, the mountain-protecting array was already riddled with cracks and on the verge of falling apart, yet it continued to operate.
After the green-robed figure reached the array, he paused slightly and took a ruler-like Magic Tool from his Storage Ring.
The crowd craned their necks, wanting to see who that person was, but the dust blanketing the mountain remained too thick for them