"I am Heaven. This sword—shall slay you."
Ye Lin's eyes brimmed with killing intent. Both hands gripping the hilt, he brought the sword down in a savage slash.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword had devoured so much Blood Baleful Qi that it was nearly condensing into substance. He was almost unable to keep it under control.
He urgently needed to vent this power.
With one slash—
The sky changed. The formerly clear heavens turned blood-red, and even the earth was dyed the same crimson.
Every living thing within a radius of ten thousand li perished. Whether Martial Venerables or otherwise, their bodies gave no sign before bursting into clouds of blood mist.
The entire sky paled, as though only that world-shaking sword light remained beneath the heavens.
"Roar."
At the sight of that sword light, Qiang Wu went utterly frantic. His massive body retreated again and again as he tried to flee at once.
Before that sword light, he sensed the threat of death. This strike was too powerful—it had already touched upon the strength of a Martial God.
He had yet to recover to the Martial God realm. He absolutely could not die.
He had been suppressed for countless ages and was already exceedingly weak. The moment he emerged, he encountered Ye Lin. Had he been at his peak, even if he were merely in the Supreme Saint realm, he could have killed Ye Lin.
But not now. He was too weak—far too weak.
If he had known, he would not have stirred up trouble the moment he was born. If he had known, he should have slaughtered a few more first after coming out. Now he had truly played too big.
A deep regret rose within him.
His aura had already been locked onto. He could no longer evade