Roar...
A lofty, majestic dragon's roar resounded through heaven and earth, shaking the surrounding space until it trembled without end.
At the very front, Yun Xuan's expression rarely gained a trace of gravity. He slowly raised the Bixiao Sword in his hand, terrifying Sword Qi swirling around him.
"Interesting."
"I wield the Yellow Springs as my sword, with billions of vengeful spirits at my aid."
"Yellow Springs Passage."
Yun Xuan murmured under his breath. A rift suddenly appeared in the space behind him, and streams of incomparably frigid aura instantly gushed forth from within.
That frigid aura spread across the ground, making the gathered heaven's chosen below shudder.
The next moment, horrifying howls rang out. Countless earthen-yellow Sword Qi flew from the rift, densely packed into a long river as they slashed toward the blood-colored thunder dragon.
Boom, boom, boom.
As streak after streak of Sword Qi fell, even the mighty blood-colored thunder dragon could no longer hold on. Its enormous body was continuously carved apart.
Its body gradually dissipated and withered away, ultimately vanishing completely between heaven and earth.
The Sword Qi, having lost its target, turned and returned to the rift.
If one looked closely, where was there any Sword Qi? They were clearly vicious-looking wronged souls, one after another.
The Sword Qi had been transformed from wronged souls.
Once the Sword Qi returned, the terrifying rift slowly closed, as though nothing had ever happened.
"Yun Xuan, get the hell out here!"
"You dare barge into my Four Seas like this? Do you really think there is no one in Four Seas?"
"Yun Xuan, today will be your death anniversary. Get the hell out here!"
Suddenly, three thunderous voices exploded through the air. Yun Xuan slowly put away the Bixiao Sword in his hand, cast Ye Lin a