Mu Chen's calm voice, edged with keen fighting spirit, carried far into the distance.
Deep within the space where waves of blood churned, a distant pair of blood-red eyes gave him a long, searching look.
"Very well, Mu Chen. I will remember this debt. We will settle it another day."
With that, the waves of blood vanished, and the sword light dispersed.
The night sky fell quiet once more.
Yet those who had witnessed that heaven-shaking sword strike still could not calm their hearts.
Jiang Yin and Xie Guhong were both shaken by the world-destroying might of a Source Venerable Realm powerhouse, and neither could recover for a long time.
For Jiang Yin in particular, his impression of his master had always been of someone who kept a low profile and shunned contention, spending years in seclusion without concerning himself with worldly affairs.
By contrast, Star Luo Hall's other three Supreme Elders wielded overwhelming power and had hosts of capable people serving them.
Over time, people had developed the mistaken impression that this Sword-Walking Venerable was "weak."
Even Jiang Yin, his direct disciple, had felt the same way.
Only today had he seen his master act for the first time.
Not only was his strength unfathomable even to gods and ghosts, but a single sword strike could kill Kaiyang Island's lord, who was half a step into the Source Venerable Realm.
Even when facing the Blood Refining Venerable, the most domineering of the sect's Four Supreme Elders, he had shown no fear and challenged him outright.
Such a fierce, forceful manner made Jiang Yin feel as though he were meeting his master for the first time.
Beside him, Gu Chenfeng was likewise shocked by the might of the Source Venerable Realm.
But he was thinking more about how to deal