"Earthquake!"
No one knew who shouted it, but the man immediately wished he could slap his own mouth. How embarrassing!
This was obviously no earthquake. The heaven-and-earth essence that erupted in an instant churned up violent, frenzied waves of air. From within the hall, it sounded as though a gale had risen in the underground caverns. Countless bricks and tiles shattered amid a chaotic din, mixed with the cries of cultivators who had just been transferred out. At first hearing, it truly carried the air of doomsday.
Even so, the master of the Sunken Sword Cave remained firmly seated, saying nothing. Only lightning flickered within those mist-cloud eyes.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on his face. No one could see his true features, and few could discern his thoughts. This outcome had already exhausted many people's patience. Xia Boyang coldly demanded:
"Cave Master, will you still not make things clear?"
"Wait a little longer. Seeing is believing..." The master of the Sunken Sword Cave spoke ever more gently, yet the gentler he sounded, the more agitated everyone became.
At this moment, Tie Lan, who had been standing beside the master's seat all along, suddenly and slowly sat down on the floor, seemingly to regulate his breath. At the same time, agonized screams abruptly sounded outside the hall. Sword ghosts knew neither pain nor fear, so the only ones capable of screaming were the many cultivators the master of the Sunken Sword Cave had just thrown out. The expressions of Yu Ci and the others in the hall shifted subtly.
At last, the master of the Sunken Sword Cave slowly spoke. "The Sword Immortal Secret Realm has opened. Within the sword garden, the concentration of resentful spirit metal Baleful Intent has abruptly increased tenfold, and the sword ghosts wandering the garden have