The Heaven-Hunting Pavilion's Assassins!

Li Qingshan emerged from the clouds, his steps unhurried.

The Thunder Prison Blade in his hand still carried a trace of sword intent. Faint as it was, it warped the surrounding space and drew soft, mournful whimpers from it.

At the foot of the mountain, all was deathly still.

Li Xuanyu knelt on one knee, blood still welling from the wound in his chest.

He stared at the figure descending the mountain, disbelief filling his eyes.

The Twelve Capital Heaven Universe Formation had been cleaved apart with a single slash.

The dozen or so cultivators who had maintained the formation lay scattered across the ground. Each bore a sword wound deep enough to expose bone, and several had passed out.

His lips trembled. His fingers dug so hard into the dirt that his nails cracked, but he did not notice.

Tantai Yue watched Li Qingshan approach, her eyes instantly reddening.

The formation had suppressed her just moments ago. Her lunar laws had nearly collapsed, and most of the immortal light protecting her body had shattered. A moment later, and she might have had to crush her Chosen Token to save her life.

Now, seeing Li Qingshan descend unharmed, she felt an indescribable emotion surge through her chest. Something seemed to lodge in her throat; she wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Murong Xuanwu's mouth hung open, his round face full of shock.

"Brother Li... you... that slash of yours..."

He stammered for ages without managing a complete sentence.

Zhao Chengqian stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the Thunder Prison Blade in Li Qingshan's hand, his pupils contracting sharply.

He had seen that slash more clearly than anyone.

The sword light had looked utterly ordinary, without a hint of flourish. But the instant it fell, it split the defensive