When cold air swirled through the void, it was time for the Heavy Artifact Sect to state their purpose.
As the second-figure in the Sword Garden, Elder Ma served as the external spokesperson. Riding the residual momentum of nine people crossing the void, he shouted deeply:
"By order of the Sect Master..."
The latter word, "order", abruptly went silent. The cold air brushing past the heart theoretically should not have had any effect on anyone, yet at that instant, everyone's bodily functions seemed to experience a fault line, their hearts seeming to skip a beat, inexplicably unable to exhale.
With a sentence left incomplete, their momentum suffered an immediate setback. Everyone within the garden was at the Returning Elixir standard, so they naturally sensed it.
"Demonic!"
Elder Ma's heart chilled. Though he had formerly been a rogue cultivator and his experiences were mixed, his horizons were not large; yet ever since joining the Heavy Artifact Sect and seeing too much of the Sect Master's unfathomable methods, his horizons had naturally broadened. Correspondingly, however, he held a great dread toward inexplicable matters, and it was the same at this moment.
Before long, however, Yu Ci closed his eyes again, paused for a moment, and when he opened them once more, although his gaze was sharp, it no longer carried the bone-penetrating chill from just moments ago. He slowly stood up, swept his gaze around, and his expression was actually quite calm.
By this time everyone could see that this person's cultivation was at most at the initial stage of Returning Elixir, and should be at the bottom rank among the crowd. The soul-shocking chill from just now seemed to be merely an illusion, completely vanishing.
Even so, Wen Shifei and the others still shifted their positions slightly, maintaining a distance from