His purple robes billowed and his black hair danced as Wang Teng took a small step forward, instantly appearing before them. Sharp auras radiated from his entire body, restrained yet mysterious. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and he possessed an unrivaled bearing.
As a core disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect with an Innate Sword Heart, Wang Teng's cultivation in the sword Dao was astonishing among his peers. Merely standing straight, he resembled a divine sword about to leave its sheath, too dazzling for ordinary cultivators to look at directly.
"You rogue cultivators are nothing but frogs at the bottom of a well. What have you ever seen of the Immortal Sects' truly supreme sword Dao?"
Wang Teng's aura surged, his voice resounded, and his purple sleeves fluttered. Several beams of sword light burst from the spiritual sword above his head, connecting with heaven and earth.
Each beam was immense, formed from sword qi, dazzlingly brilliant and suffocating.
Killing intent spread. The entire top of the Beacon Platform seemed to have plunged into the bitterest depths of winter. Endless cold winds swept past, and the sword light brimmed with murderous menace.
"Die!"
Wang Teng roared in fury, and the blazing sword light above his head immediately shot toward Xu Yan and Daoist San Zui.
"Empty bluster! This old man has cultivated for nearly a hundred years. I've slain more genius disciples like you than I can count on both hands!"
Daoist San Zui cursed furiously and hastily flung out the sand in his hand. As his palms and fingers slowly traced through the air, a small, bright yellow mountain gradually appeared before him, sending out a terrifying aura like raging waves striking the heavens.
Boom!
The small mountain before Daoist San Zui swelled in the wind, towering