A streak of blood slowly slid down the Purple-Green Nine Heavens Sword.
The blade still trembled faintly, unable to settle.
Its barely perceptible hums nonetheless radiated a world-shaking pressure.
Deathly silence filled the battlefield, and every onlooker's soul quaked.
An existence of Demon Saint stature had simply been pinned to the earth and killed?
What a staggering sight, one that would dazzle the ages.
Countless gazes fell upon Gu Changqing, who stood nearby, thoroughly drunk and swaying unsteadily.
He was a god of slaughter!
As a Saint's disciple, he belonged to a younger generation than the Ten Demon Saints.
Yet that single strike had shown that, whether in the depth of his cultivation or the savage ferocity of his attacks, Gu Changqing was in no way inferior to a Demon Saint.
"Hiss... is this the power of a twelfth-rank Great Luo?"
"An early Great Luo can crush a late Great Luo?"
"I even have the vague feeling that Gu Changqing might be able to put up a fight against a Quasi-Saint."
Some Mighty Experts hidden in the shadows spoke, sucking in cold breaths and clicking their tongues in astonishment.
Then a hideous, terrifying cry rang out across the battlefield, jolting the spectators from their stupor.
"Gu Changqing... you... you dared destroy my physical body?"
Following the voice, they saw a nearly transparent figure standing in the air.
It was Ghost Chariot's Primordial Spirit.
His physical body had been destroyed, but his Primordial Spirit had escaped at the last possible instant. He had not truly died and had his Dao extinguished.
Even so, Ghost Chariot was beside himself with fury, raging like thunder.
A mighty Demon Saint had been obliterated by a single sword strike from a junior whose cultivation was below his own. He had lost all face.
Moreover, he