"Fan Yuanwu!!! Do you know what you're doing?" An angry roar came from the direction of Sword Spirit Mountain. Immediately afterward, sword qi soared from the mountain range's summit, complementing Sword Spirit Mountain's sword-shaped peak. It radiated an astonishingly sharp aura, instantly shredding the pressure emanating from Prince Ying's hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
However, when that sword qi reached Fan Yuanwu, it was directly locked down by his aura. An invisible force field erupted from his body and collided head-on with the incoming sword qi.
Buzz!
A translucent ripple spread outward in every direction. The expressions of many watching cultivators changed the instant they saw it. They immediately cast defensive spells and retreated.
Yet many were still caught in the aftermath. Some coughed up blood as they staggered back, while a few of the weaker ones were torn apart by the ripple itself and died instantly.
"So terrifying!"
The onlooking cultivators who had retreated stared into the distance, still shaken, their faces deathly pale.
"If you're not strong enough, you don't even have the right to watch the show." An elderly man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered with an ugly expression before fleeing into the distance without hesitation.
A battle at this level could let him glimpse the path ahead and benefit greatly from it, but one wrong move and he could die from its residual force. That ripple just now was only the beginning. Once the real battle broke out, he might very well be killed by some unidentified flying object.
By this point, everyone realized that Prince Ying seemed to be getting serious this time, rather than merely coming to intimidate the Sword Spirit Sect. Those who sensed something was wrong began retreating and leaving as well, not daring to remain