Xiling Tianya raised his left hand slightly.
In his left hand, he held a sword!
Ordinary Immortals shrank their flying swords to the size of a finger, expanding them only when they needed to face an enemy.
But Xiling Tianya was different. His sword was like the swords worn by martial artists in the mortal world.
It was three feet long, its blade concealed within its scabbard.
Xiling Tianya raised the silver sword and pointed it toward Wang Dun.
The people around Wang Dun were so frightened that they hurriedly scattered.
Then Xiling Tianya placed his right hand on the hilt and abruptly drew the divine sword an inch.
That was right!
He drew it only an inch.
A dazzling gleam flashed from that inch of exposed blade, then turned into a long silver dragon of Sword Qi that tore toward Wang Dun.
In an instant, sword light blinded the eyes, and dust billowed everywhere!
The silver-dragon-like Sword Qi plowed several yards through the paving, a deep black furrow extending relentlessly forward.
The dazzling light enveloped the dust, and the dust enveloped Wang Dun, pushing him back into the space behind him.
The onlookers could not even make out Wang Dun's figure.
Clang... He easily slid the divine sword, drawn just an inch, back into its scabbard.
In Xiling Tianya's estimation, although he had not used his full strength, he had still struck someone of a lower cultivation level. A mere fellow at the tenth layer of the Golden Immortal Stage could not possibly have survived.
Then, one breath later!
The dust and sword light gradually dispersed.
An astonishing sight appeared.
A massive rift roughly nine hundred yards long had been torn through the plaza.
At the other end of the rift, Wang Dun stood perfectly unharmed. He even flicked