Several figures flew out from the Divine Sun Sacred Sect, each radiating immense might as their vast auras bore down.
Yet the old man wielding the saber remained calm from beginning to end.
He gazed toward the Divine Sun Sacred Sect, his eyes deep and intent.
"Who are you, sir?" An elder of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect stared gravely at the old man and asked.
His gaze was wary. The old man's aura was vast and boundless, and his senses felt as though they had sunk into a mud pit, utterly unable to pull themselves free.
"I've forgotten my own title as well. Too much time has passed," the old man said lightly, shaking his head.
"You may call me Heavenly Blade."
"Heavenly Blade... Could it be..." The elder pondered briefly, and his face instantly filled with astonishment.
"Senior, could you be Three Blades Great Emperor's war general?"
"Looks like you know quite a lot," the old man said with a faint smile.
He swung the long saber in his hand once more. As it descended, endless sharpness burst forth.
"Senior, please stop!" the elder hurriedly shouted.
But the old man ignored him entirely. Boundless saber qi churned the winds and clouds within the Divine Sun Sacred Sect.
Many disciples of the Divine Sun Sacred Sect hid away, too frightened to come out.
"Today, I will destroy your Emperor Foundation as a lesson," the old man said indifferently.
In truth, everyone knew that before a Great Emperor founded a sect, they would choose the location carefully.
They would eventually establish an Emperor Foundation. Wherever an Emperor Foundation existed, the sect would surely be rich in spiritual qi, with all things nourished into life—a rare treasure land blessed by heaven and earth.
Moreover, with an Emperor Foundation present, the sect