"Wind Threads Turn to Dust-"
The voice was still echoing through the room when the sword qi arrived.
At first, it was only a breeze, fine as silk spun by spring silkworms. But in a blink, the breeze became a gale. Countless blue-violet Sword Qi Threads poured through the hole in the roof, densely packed, forming a torrent of destruction!
The roof collapsed first.
Tiles, wooden beams, plaster-in the torrent of sword qi, they were as flimsy as paper, instantly pulverized. Moonlight spilled through the gaping hole, illuminating the hellish scene inside.
Under the sword force, the first to bear the brunt were the nine male consorts and Lillian.
They did not even have time to scream.
Sword Qi Threads swept through their bodies like the sharpest razors slicing through tofu. Flesh, bones, organs—layer by layer, they were stripped away, shattered, and annihilated in the blue-violet light. In the end, not even scraps remained. Only the bathwater had turned pale red, with a layer of fine bone powder floating on its surface.
Balk roared.
The Thunder Prison battle-qi shield around him flickered wildly, purple lightning crackling as it struggled beneath the torrent of sword qi. The shield grew thinner and thinner, spiderweb cracks appearing across its surface.
Crack-
At last, it broke.
The Sword Qi Threads scraped directly across Balk's body.
His flesh split open.
His bulk had become a burden now-the layers of fat were easily sliced apart, exposing the red muscles underneath. Blood gushed like a fountain, instantly drenching him from head to toe.
But Balk did not stop.
The agony only roused his ferocity. Gritting his teeth, he fought through the cutting sword qi and desperately charged toward the secret chamber's entrance!
Weapon! I have to get my weapon!
His usual weapon was in the underground chamber-a