Several more days passed, and cultivators of both the righteous and demonic paths gathered in droves.
At last, the great battle erupted.
Sword Qi and demonic light shot in every direction, and the clash of magical treasures rang out without cease.
Xu Xuan was in no hurry to act.
His figure roamed the battlefield's fringes like a ghost. Whenever he struck, someone died.
His sword light was blindingly fast and imbued with Heart-Eroding True Intent.
Those struck often suffered a violent shock to their souls. In that brief instant of sluggishness, Xu Xuan devoured their Dao foundations, and they fell without a sound.
"Watch out for that demon Xue Ming! There's something strange about his sword!"
A righteous-path disciple cried out in alarm.
Seeing a fellow disciple in danger, a foundation establishment middle stage cultivator of the Azure Wood Sect shouted furiously, "Die, demon!"
He formed hand seals, azure light surging around him. Countless tough vines burst from the earth and coiled toward Xu Xuan like spirit serpents.
"The Greenwood Dragon-Binding Art? A petty trick."
In his previous life, Xu Xuan had been trapped by this very divine ability at the hands of the Zhou clan's Purple Mansion ancestor.
But wielded by this foundation establishment cultivator, it possessed not even a ten-thousandth of that power.
Xu Xuan did not even look at the vines. He merely stamped his foot lightly.
Hum!
In an instant, a blood-colored formation lit up across the ground within a hundred feet of him.
Its formation patterns writhed, exuding a potent corrosive aura.
"Blood Baleful Spirit-Trapping Array, activate!"
The vigorously growing azure vines were drained of vitality the moment they touched the formation's bloody light. They swiftly withered and crumbled into drifting ash.
The Azure Wood Sect cultivator's face went pale.
He felt the circulation of