The Northern Yan Dynasty, the Imperial City.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...
Streaks of rainbow light shot across the sky.
Then more than a dozen figures appeared in midair, their auras immense and overwhelmingly powerful.
All of them were Saint Martial Grandmasters of the Northern Yan Dynasty.
At that moment, disbelief showed on every face. Looking down, they could see that the Shadow Guard Headquarters in the Imperial City had been reduced to rubble. But the sight outside the city was even more terrifying.
A trench nearly a thousand zhang long stretched across the ground like a thousand-zhang Giant Sword, its tip pointing straight at the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial City.
A Saint Martial Grandmaster could certainly carve out a thousand-zhang trench with a single sword strike. What left them incredulous, however, was the terrifying sword qi emanating from it.
"What terrifying sword qi!"
"What kind of powerhouse could have left this behind?"
"We rushed over as soon as we sensed the sword qi, but we were still a step too late!"
Their expressions were grave, their eyes filled with horror.
Just then, a crimson streak flashed past, and Ancestor Yan Yun slowly emerged among the distant clouds.
"Ancestor."
"Ancestor!"
Their hearts tightened. They hurried behind Ancestor Yan Yun and greeted him respectfully.
Qi Lei followed them over as well.
He had witnessed everything that happened in the Imperial City, so naturally, he had to come.
Beside Qi Lei stood Mo Heyue.
Mo Heyue's gaze flickered, his thoughts unreadable.
Within the pitch-black clouds.
Spatial fluctuations.
Temporal fluctuations!
It actually contains temporal fluctuations. Even I could barely withstand this sword strike.
Ancestor Yan Yun was horrified inwardly, but his expression did not change in the slightest.
"Speak. What happened?" Ancestor Yan Yun asked hoarsely, his face dark.
"Well..." The Saint Martial Grandmasters