Clad in black, Su Che swept his sword with one hand and reduced the Soul-Chaos Sect's master to dust.
The Three Tai Hell Swords deserved their name as the most wicked swords in the mortal world. Their fierce, overwhelming killing intent became a Sword Qi that annihilated every soul it touched.
The sword fell like moonlight spilling across a great river.
When Su Che wielded the Tai Hell Avici Sword today, its movements held a little less of their subtle, spirit-like variation. But his Sword Qi stood in ranks like an army, precise and imposing, displaying a different kind of bearing.
Kill.
Beneath the sword's chilling force, Ghost Cry's body and soul vanished together. Not even a trace remained to prove he had existed.
Lei Xun, who stood nearby, sensed the terror of that Sword Qi. Purple lightning surged around him as he prepared to pull away.
But a sliver of clarity remained in Lei Xun's mind. He suppressed his fear, dropped his defenses, and bowed low in submission.
Anyone who could kill a veteran Reverted Elixir cultivator like Ghost Cry with a single stroke was a demon of the highest order, if a demon he was.
Yet before Lei Xun could profess his loyalty, Su Che became a streak of dark light and shot past him.
Another single stroke.
A line of blood appeared across the necks of the Soul-Chaos Sect disciples who had come with Ghost Cry.
Thud. Thud.
Heads dropped from their bodies one after another. The Soul-Chaos Sect disciples at Divine Communion and Qi Refinement fell in heaps.
Then a chilling Yin Fire kindled on the corpses. Like a nest of venomous snakes, its flames swallowed them and reduced them to nothing.
What a domineering Yin Fire technique.
"Hall Master Zuo, what magnificent swordsmanship."
Lei Xun