Eight Seconds

"Lord Yuexia, show mercy! Don't accidentally harm the disciples of my Feng Clan!"

"This is bad! I've seen that attack before. Back at the Mu Clan, Lord Yuexia used this very strike to kill the Xing Clan's patriarch!"

"Lord Yuexia!"

Seeing Yang Ming unleash such an attack, the Feng Clan's five senior leaders cried out in alarm!

"Damn it!"

The Feng Clan's patriarch could not help but roar, but it was already too late!

A hundred-zhang azure sword aura pierced through the three men and slashed toward the people bound by the sea of trees!

The sword aura swept across the area with terrifying force. One could only imagine the outcome of being struck by it!

As the Feng Clan members bound by the sea of trees watched the sword descend, they fell into utter despair!

Boom!

The sword aura erupted, and everything within a hundred-zhang radius—whether the sea of trees, the people bound within it, or the surrounding hills, rocks, and houses—was completely vaporized!

At least several thousand people were killed or injured by that strike!

Yet Yang Ming did not care. In his eyes, these ordinary people were no different from ants!

The three Otsutsuki did not care either. As gods who stood high above all others, why would they concern themselves with mortals?

"What happened? How did the Feng Clan suffer such terrifying destruction?"

"That's too powerful! What kind of power is this?"

"Wait, that azure sword aura... could it be the move Lord Yuexia Ming used to kill the Xing Clan's patriarch?"

That terrifying disturbance immediately shook all of Gale City!

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the Feng Clan. Some sharp-eyed people had already recognized it!

After all, only four or five hours had passed since the Xing Clan was destroyed!

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