As Chi Chen felt the sword intent clinging to his arm like maggots burrowing into bone, the thought of retreat had already taken root in his heart.
"There's something terrifying about this divine furnace. I'd better withdraw first!"
Having made up his mind, he was about to flee when a voice that seemed to come from the nine nether depths suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Since you're already here, don't even think about leaving."
"The scenery here is as lovely as a painting. Why not stay?"
Looking toward the voice, he saw that Li Dao had appeared in the air at some unknown point.
He stood imperiously atop the divine furnace, his left hand behind his back, gazing indifferently at the people below.
Behind him hung a river of treasured weapons that filled the sky.
"You're behind this!"
At the sight of Li Dao, Chi Chen immediately craned his neck and cursed angrily.
"So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"
"I don't care to explain, and you don't deserve to hear it."
"Fall!"
He poured divine power into the Divine Refining Furnace beneath his feet, raised a hand toward the sky, then abruptly brought it down to point at the distant crowd.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
The next instant, every weapon in the river hanging overhead turned its point toward the people suspended in midair.
Their cold gleam lit the sky with piercing clarity.
The burning eagerness in their eyes had already given way to profound terror as they stared at the coldly gleaming weapons overhead.
Many cultivators' legs began to shake.
"Please, spare me! I'll never do it again!"
"I know I was wrong! Let me go!"
"I belong to the Water Blade Sect! Who dares kill me?!"
"Help!"
Li Dao watched the cultivators begging for mercy