There was still only one difference.
The entire Netherheart Sword Alliance was under incredibly low pressure, the oppressive atmosphere radiating waves of crushing might.
It forced the Immortal Realm cultivators to hunch over and tremble like sieves. Several World Realm cultivators, along with Xu Qiuyuan, were shaking badly as well. None of them dared speak or look at Yu Si.
Yu Si's face was so grim it seemed ready to drip water. His eyes were fixed on Su Yuan in the projected image.
Fang Zilu did not look much better. Su Yuan's effortless defeat of Zhang Yuzun had truly frightened them.
This was no longer mere shock. It was fear—fear of the future.
If Su Yuan continued growing at this rate, even their previous estimate would need to be shortened.
Why would they need fifty years? In perhaps five years, Su Yuan might be able to fight a World Realm, Peak Tier cultivator.
The day the entire Netherheart Sword Alliance was destroyed was not far away!
"S-Sword Master."
"How about we..."
A timid voice suddenly came from behind him. An Immortal Realm, Peak Tier powerhouse cautiously looked toward Yu Si.
Smack!
Black World Power swept out, and the man instantly turned into a cloud of black mist that dispersed into the heavens and earth. There was not even the scent of blood in the air.
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Si had killed him in advance, leaving no corpse behind.
No one dared even breathe loudly. They trembled even more violently.
"Sword Master."
"That was an Immortal Realm, Peak Tier combatant, a rare talent who could break through to the World Realm."
Fang Zilu furrowed his brows. After hesitating briefly, he still spoke up.
"So what?"
"Anyone who says something they should not say must die."
Yu Si looked