As the voice rang out, Ji Heng's tall, straight figure landed before the Spirit Sword Sect disciples. He stared coldly at Xu Yan, terrifying sword intent swirling around him. Merely standing there, he resembled a peerless divine sword.
His understanding of sword intent has deepened!
Xu Yan narrowed his eyes. This man's talent for the sword was extraordinary, and his strength in the sword arts had improved considerably.
When the surviving Spirit Sword Sect disciples saw that Xu Yan remained unmoved even after Ji Heng arrived, they immediately began cursing him.
"You damned rogue cultivator! Kneel and beg forgiveness!"
"Elder Ji is kind enough to leave your corpse intact! Get down here and kowtow!"
"A mere rogue cultivator who knows neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth! Elder Ji's swordsmanship has reached unfathomable heights. He's slain more than a handful of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators! Destroy your own dantian and kneel for mercy. Perhaps the elder will soften his heart and spare your miserable dog's life!"
Their shrill voices rang out. Though every surviving Spirit Sword Sect disciple was injured, their expressions were utterly arrogant, and they looked at Xu Yan as though he were already dead.
"Enough noise!"
Xu Yan's expression turned icy. With those words, his divine sense, comparable to that of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, bore down on the Spirit Sword Sect disciples.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"...
Under that almost terrifying divine sense, the Spirit Sword Sect's Qi Refining disciples clutched their heads and spat blood. Only after several breaths did they regain their senses, then stared at Xu Yan in terror.
When his gaze swept toward them like a divine sword, none dared meet his eyes.
"You do have a few tricks. No wonder you managed to kill my disciple Wang Teng