An instant!
One sword strike!
Seven Great Cultivators grievously wounded!
These were seven Great Cultivators who had already condensed Laws!
Seven Great Cultivators who could hold their own for a while even against a Tribulation Transcendence Stage powerhouse.
Yet today, a boy of only seventeen or eighteen had defeated them in an instant!
What Long Aotian? Before this black-clad boy, he was simply crushed into dust!
The six Integration Realm Great Cultivators landed on the ground, their faces the color of gold paper.
Only the Mahayana Realm cultivator, his palm wounded, remained, trembling as he looked at Leng Qingsong before him and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Still standing with his sword in his arms, his expression indifferent, Leng Qingsong ignored the Mahayana Realm cultivator before him. Instead, the depths of Thousand Sand Valley below captured his entire attention.
It was not because he had discovered Ouyang's aura, but because there was an aura belonging to Li Taibai at the bottom of this valley!
"Sword Immortal Li Taibai? Why is there Green Lotus Sword Intent here?" Leng Qingsong gazed into the deep valley. Though his face remained expressionless, doubts stirred in his heart.
But since Li Taibai's aura could be found here, that meant that even if this place was not the Nine Hells, it was at least inextricably connected to them!
With everyone on full alert, beneath every watching eye.
Without a second thought, Leng Qingsong plunged straight toward the bottom of Thousand Sand Valley.
"He's actually descending to the valley floor in his physical body! Doesn't he know what's down there?" The Mahayana Realm cultivator watched Leng Qingsong fly toward the valley floor in astonishment.
The bottom of this valley was the Nine Hells of the Elder Ancient Era, the final resting place of the dead. If one