That gray-white sword light suddenly manifested.
The moment it appeared, it became the only thing between heaven and earth.
The entire Primordial World fell into absolute, deathly silence.
Time solidified, space froze, order wailed, and laws crumbled.
Everything lost its original meaning.
That sword light advanced slowly, in a manner impossible to comprehend or describe.
Its target was the Sage high above the Nine Heavens, who had already descended into utter madness-Jieyin!
At that moment.
Throughout the Primordial World, countless Mighty Experts watching this place, whether ancient beings hidden in grotto-heaven blessed lands or supreme powerhouses walking the world, all felt a shudder rise from the depths of their souls.
Their scalps prickled!
Their hair stood on end!
It was the helplessness of having their very level of existence utterly crushed, the instinctive terror of facing a natural predator.
"What... what kind of power is this?"
"Sword Dao? Heavens, is this also the power of the Sword Dao? How can it be so terrifying?"
"Too terrifying! Just one glance, and my divine soul is trembling. I cannot calm it!"
"Hiss... is a Sage about to fall? After Zhunti, will another Sage die today?"
Countless horrified divine senses collided in the void, yet not a sound emerged, for even the transmission of divine sense was slowed without limit beneath that gray-white sword light, approaching a standstill.
They could only watch.
They watched that sword light, which embodied absolute finality, cross space and time step by step, closing in on Jieyin.
They could even clearly see the madness and ferocity on Jieyin's face being replaced, little by little, by terror and despair beneath that sword light.
He wanted to move, to flee, to roar.
But he could do nothing.
Before this sword strike, a Sage was no different from an ant.
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