Drip, drip-drip, drip-drip-drip!
The Sword Master brought a gale of sword wind as he battled the supreme great demon high above the nine heavens, neither able to gain the upper hand.
The supreme great demon had thought victory was already assured. With the Coiling Dragon Killing Array suppressing everything, all it needed was to sacrifice the blood of living beings and taint that flower at the lower reaches of the River of Time. Then the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood could devour Little Nannan's boundless Bitter Sea, be reborn through a borrowed body, ascend to the heavens in this age without emperors, and attain perfect enlightenment!
But!
A rain of blood filled the sky, yet this was not the blood of sacrificed living beings...
It was the blood and vitality of the descendants of the Sacred Dragon bloodline, all slaughtered away!
A foul wind and bloody rain!
There was no better phrase to describe the scene before them.
On the bluestone divine path hundreds of meters away, everything had been dyed red by the blood rain. Several surviving great demons were also covered from head to toe in crimson.
But!
That could not conceal the deathly pallor on their faces.
They did not move again! They could not move again! They did not dare move again!
Because they had never seen such powerful sword intent. Yes, here and now, the words silently echoing in their hearts were never before.
Perhaps a Saint could suppress it with a mere wave of the hand. Even a peak Half-Saint might possess such might.
But in terms of sword intent, it was peerless! There was no matching it!
Blood rain pattered against the blade of the Nameless Immortal Sword, yet its body remained crystal-clear, unstained by even a trace of blood. Its surface was smooth,