Beneath that single sword strike, blood mist billowed, thick with endless resentment.
This stretch of heaven and earth had become a sea of blood. Basin-sized splashes of blood and countless bones fell onto the ground of the Spirit-Sealing Forbidden Domain, covering it layer upon layer.
Every one of these beings had been an immortal cultivator who ruled a region of the great world. Now they died here like ants, their deaths serving no purpose.
On the ground, blood ran in rivers while a sea of blood filled the sky. This was no exaggeration, only a plain account of what lay before their eyes.
"Your crimes are monstrous.
"Every last one of you is a demonic cultivator, without a shred of humanity,"
the Great Sun Sword Heir said evenly, dark cracks spreading across his forehead.
He had aimed his sword straight at the rainbow giant and the nine Dao Children, with no intention of killing the innocent. It was the nine Dao Children who had forcibly shifted the backlash from his sword onto those cultivators of the great world, causing such terrible casualties.
The atrocity belonged entirely to his enemies.
What did this slaughterous sin have to do with him?
"The limit of the seventh step of Dao Integration... Is this truly what it looks like?"
Someone's voice trembled.
Amid the blood mist and corpses filling the sky, Butterfly Immortal, the Heaven Sword Heir, and the others appeared once more. Their faces were deathly pale, their bodies drained of color and their souls weakened. The grand formation had only just saved them, barely pulling them back from death. They stared in terror at the azure-robed youth in the sky.
Someone like him!
Was such a being truly a seventh-step Nirvana Dao Child? Could he truly be killed?!
Threads of despair rose