Boom—!
As though an invisible colossal sword weighing tens of millions of pounds had come crashing down, more than twenty outstanding talents of the Eastern Wasteland were enveloped within it. A ring of vast, dense black Killing Intent suddenly erupted, spreading across more than half the altar.
Everyone's expressions changed as they swiftly moved away from the black Killing Intent on the altar.
Only the more than twenty talents who had attacked Chen Fan were shrouded in the Killing Intent. The invisible colossal sword descended, shattering the Dao within them. The great sword clashed head-on against their Dao, only to be destroyed in an instant, erupting completely.
A dreadful aura of death swept forth in an instant!
Despair, deathly aura, nirvana—an overwhelming despair flooded the minds of the twenty-odd talents. It was as if they had fallen into the Nine Nether Hells at the bottom of a bottomless abyss, their bodies entwined by endless deathly aura like vicious ghosts clinging to them!
"This is..." At the gathering grounds, the experts from several great factions changed expression and abruptly rose to their feet.
"The Six Swords of Nirvana from back then—how could this person wield them to such a level, nearly making them his own? Could it be... this boy is that man's successor?"
"Impossible. That man was clearly suppressed jointly by Shu Mountain and the Immortal Palace. He died long ago; it is impossible for him to have left behind a disciple."
At that moment, on the altar of the ancient battlefield, a thread of blood trickled from Chen Fan's lips. The great sword was also his Dao; its destruction had injured his origin as well. Yet his movements did not stop.
"Go!" Stepping through the Nine Palaces, he lightly turned the Storage Ring on his hand and summoned