After his words fell, Lin Chuan paid Guo Feng no further attention and instead looked toward Qin Lang, who was being besieged by the crowd.
The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder was terrifyingly powerful. These cultivators were no match for Qin Lang, but because of the disparity in numbers—and because those surrounding him were all Mahayana-stage cultivators—Qin Lang could do little against their combined efforts for the moment. He could only inflict as much damage as possible. It would take some more time to break the deadlock.
"Vermilion Bird, catch the sword!"
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Chuan sent a yellow longsword flying toward Qin Lang. Its razor-sharp aura soared into the heavens, seeming as though it could tear the entire sky apart. Many cultivators hastily dodged away, not daring to approach it at all.
That sword was none other than the North Profound Continent's companion immortal artifact, the Profound Yellow Sword.
"Kill everyone from Brightford City and the Blackstone City Lord's Manor. Try not to harm the innocent," Lin Chuan said indifferently.
"Got it!" Qin Lang replied. He raised a hand and caught the Profound Yellow Sword as three-colored lightning spread out from his body and coiled around the blade. He began attacking with all his strength.
Only an immortal artifact could withstand this. An ordinary longsword would never be able to endure the power of three kinds of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder. Before an attack could even be unleashed, the blade itself would likely be blasted apart by the lightning.
With the immortal artifact's support, Qin Lang's strength rose once more. The methods of those Mahayana-stage cultivators could no longer restrain his charge, and they began to collapse.
"Th-this... what kind of sword is that..."
"Damn it, my magic treasure!!!"
"My formation flags!"
For a time,