The last two Tribulation-Light Divine Rings behind True Person Kongwu shattered under that strike.
His cultivation plummeted from Fourth Tribulation Immortal to First Tribulation Immortal in an instant. His aura withered to its lowest ebb, and the very source of his Dao suffered grievous damage.
The entire gathering fell silent.
The cultivators of the Ji Clan, the True Martial Immortal Sect, and the other hostile forces turned deathly pale with fear. Some even dropped to their knees on their decks and kowtowed nonstop.
One move.
A single ordinary draw of a sword had broken the Buddhist Sect's supreme true body and nearly destroyed a Fourth Tribulation Immortal's Dao foundation.
Chen Changqing stood at the front of the Mount Shu Warship. The nine Purple Mansions within him resonated violently as he stared intently at the trail of sword intent left by that crimson slash, gaining tremendous insight.
The Wine Sword Immortal sheathed his sword, held his empty wine flask behind him, and stepped slowly out of the void.
He looked down from above at True Person Kongwu, who hung over the sea like a dead dog.
"You couldn't even withstand a single strike. What a useless wretch."
Killing intent flashed through the Wine Sword Immortal's eyes. He pressed two fingers of his right hand together like a sword, and a searing crimson glow lit up their tips once more.
"Since you couldn't withstand it, stay in this sea and feed the fish."
The Wine Sword Immortal raised his hand to point at the sea of consciousness between True Person Kongwu's brows.
If that finger descended, True Person Kongwu would have no chance of survival.
Just then-
"Fellow Daoist, stay your hand."
A calm, gentle voice suddenly drifted down from the ninth heaven.
It was not loud, yet it carried a majestic