"That's the third Miasma Ghost, isn't it?"
Inside the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Boundless Hall, after the image briefly went black, Xu Taiping and his companions could be seen flying up to the third Ghost Fog wall.
At that moment, all the Pure Yang Sword Sect disciples in the hall watched without blinking, afraid to miss even an instant.
They were so focused because the methods Blade Ghost and Heavenly Lord Xuanbei had used to slay the Miasma Ghosts were simply too earth-shattering.
Heavenly Lord Xuanbei, for instance, had just used a single Heavenly Strike Seal to smash Wansui Sword Bone, the Miasma Ghost guarding the second layer of ghost creatures, into a mass of flesh and blood, leaving not even his divine sense behind.
More importantly, that palm had struck at the very moment Wansui Sword Bone attacked with a sword bearing the Ghost Art Wansui, his sword intent towering to the heavens.
That scene truly deserved the words: let your sword intent tower to the heavens; I have a palm that can shatter it.
When had cultivators of the Lower Realm ever witnessed such an overbearing strike?
Some Pure Yang Sword Sect disciples in the hall had even felt their Dao hearts waver at the sight of that palm strike.
In their eyes, even if they spent their entire lives trying, they might never attain one ten-thousandth of that palm's killing power.
Xiao Ye was in precisely that state.
Sensing the turmoil in Xiao Ye's mind, Sect Leader Xiao Ming immediately said in a low voice:
"Xiao Ye, the Great Dao has countless paths. You need not fixate on just one."
Those words gradually settled Xiao Ye's mind.
He took a deep breath, then said quietly, lingering fear on his face:
"Thank you for your guidance, Sect Leader."