Black clouds piled up like ink; turbid waves surged skyward-
It was the deepest hour of midnight, without a trace of starlight or moonlight.
Only a sword rainbow flickered in the sky, darting east and west without a fixed course, radiating boundless murderous intent!
It swept like lightning and raced like thunder, its fierce momentum oppressive and its violence irresistible.
Dread as ghosts and gods filling the void, it stained the dim sea mist a bleak, bloodlike crimson!
The cultivators aboard the great sea vessel stared blankly as Chen Heng slaughtered demons like dogs. With effortless ease, another head tumbled into the waves below.
Often, they had no time even to scream or wail.
They were already torn apart, killed outright...
The cultivators were all entranced, their thoughts drifting.
They no longer knew where in the world they stood, feeling themselves still trapped in a dream, the footing beneath them soft as cotton, as though they could barely stand.
They had often heard that cultivators who mastered Sword Escape moved like ghosts and gods, their killing power reaching inconceivable heights that defied ordinary reckoning.
Only the great Immortal Sects renowned throughout the Universe could nurture such formidable figures!
Should one encounter them on the road,
even without bowing low and offering flattery, one ought to step aside carefully rather than court misfortune and seek death.
But those had only been their elders' words of warning.
Only today had the cultivators aboard the vessel witnessed such a sword cultivator's methods for the first time.
Amid their horror, an inexplicable yearning arose in their hearts, impossible to describe, as hot blood surged within them...
Before long,
the sword rainbow in the sky slowly contracted, spreading a shimmering halo of rosy light. Chen Heng stood in midair, his robes unstained by blood, but