Terrifying Sword Cultivator

"Leave? Why would I leave? This place is wonderful. It has longevity substance. It has Immortal Dao Power."

The old man walked over. With every step he took, the aura around him surged sharply. His hair whipped through the air, each strand like a stream of sword qi capable of slicing open the void.

Su Ye looked at the approaching old man, his expression grave, because he felt a powerful pressure from him—a pressure that even a True God could not exert.

The woman said nothing. She raised her sword and charged straight at the old man. Countless sword gleams shot out, meeting the incoming strands of hair. Those strands were swords yet not swords, because while they radiated sharp sword qi, they were also constantly changing, transforming into sword cultivators holding long swords one after another.

"Impressive."

Su Ye looked at the old man and could not help praising him. This strange transformation was originally an incomplete state, a result of strange Dark Creatures being unable to fully control and command their own power. Yet the old man had done the opposite and made use of it, unleashing power beyond imagination. In life, this old man must have been an unparalleled expert.

Right—this fellow seemed to have said he was the sect master of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect was the foremost sword lineage of the Three Realms, the inheritance of sword immortals. To become its sect master, he must have been a Supreme Being-level existence.

In that case, that woman must also have been a Supreme Being when she was alive.

At that moment, the woman transformed into a streak of flowing light, as fast as lightning. Her speed even seemed to surpass the Kunpeng Step. Wherever she passed, the void was torn apart, and the