Yet the agony of his severed arm battered his nerves, and the meridians ruptured by that tremendous force wailed incessantly within him.
But what churned in his eyes was, above all, bone-deep hatred and murderous intent toward these mortal ants.
Martial fighters had shattered magic, their flesh and blood withstanding a raging ocean of swords!
This was no ordinary, rudimentary Hardening Technique. This was a terrifying heresy capable of overturning the order between immortals and mortals!
These people very likely possessed the legendary "Martial Immortal Dao Lineage," believed severed ten thousand years ago!
"Eternal Life Martial Sect... demoness, vile spawn!"
As Chen Yuan retreated to put distance between them, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of heart's essence blood forcefully onto the Blood Sword Talisman.
The dark red runes abruptly blazed with blinding bloody light. A minute fissure of spiritual power tore open in the void, and a strand of message-bearing Sword Qi capable of piercing a thousand miles rapidly took shape within the talisman:
"I will have the main sect's Spirit Transformation ancestor come here in person, raze your decrepit Outer City, and tear out your souls and refine your spirits, denying you rebirth for all eternity!"
The crimson blood sword was poised to launch, about to streak away through the air.
However.
At the final thousandth of an instant before the message-bearing blood sword shot forth.
Inside the Eternal Life Martial Sect's main hall, a hundred zhang away.
Su Yueli still sat quietly in the wooden chair at the head of the hall.
The plain tea in the coarse porcelain bowl on the table had already cooled slightly. Her fair, jade-like hand lifted the bowl and gently set it down at the table's corner with a crisp tap.
From beginning to end, she had not so