No one responded.
The veins on Mysterious Altar True Person's forehead bulged. Staring fixedly at the Condensed Jade Sect cultivators on the Rebel-Slaying Platform, he suddenly bellowed:
"Xuantan's Second Finger-Demon-Breaking Finger!"
A cold gleam flashed at his fingertip. Three spiraling streaks of dark light shot out like venomous snakes leaving their dens, hissing through the air and crossing several miles of sea in an instant.
He was thick-skinned anyway. Why would he care about being branded a senior who bullied his juniors?
The three streaks of dark light suddenly burst apart in midair, becoming a skyful of meteors that hurtled viciously toward the crowd with piercing shrieks.
The cultivators on the platform turned ashen at the sight.
Some Foundation Establishment cultivators hastily formed hand seals, spiritual light flashing around them, while Qi Refining Stage disciples brought out Dharma Artifacts with trembling hands. But how could they possibly withstand a Golden Core expert's hate-filled strike?
Splat, splat, splat! The sounds of tearing flesh rang out incessantly!
Wherever the dark light passed, dozens of cultivators were sliced as though by sharp blades. Their protective spiritual light tore apart like thin paper with a sizzling rip, and their Dharma Artifacts and Spirit Artifacts shattered on the spot.
A Qi Refining Stage youth had only just raised his Dharma Sword when the dark light swept over him, instantly turning his entire body into blood mist;
Beside him, his senior brother's eyes bulged with fury. The light shield he desperately raised held out for only an instant beneath the dark light before bursting apart with a series of bangs.
In the blink of an eye, flesh and blood were flying across the platform.
Yet Mysterious Altar True Person seemed blind to the carnage. There was only madness in his eyes. "Condensed Jade Sect! Qing Chen!"