A layer of Sword Qi flowed slowly over the blade's surface like running water.
Yet when that mere thin layer of Sword Qi radiated down from several hundred zhang in the air and reached the grounds of the Scarlet Flood Dragon Sect,
the stone tiles in the square began to shatter.
They did not break one by one. The fractures spread outward from the center, as though someone had struck the very middle of an unblemished mirror with a hammer.
Cracks spread from the center of the square, all the way to the mountain gate, across the Martial Arts Field, and onto the steps of the halls.
Stone slabs shattered, the ground split, and spiderweb cracks appeared on the walls of the buildings.
The residual force radiating from the Sword Qi alone had already shaken the Scarlet Flood Dragon Sect's foundations loose.
And that Great Sword had yet to fall.
Zhao Qian Jun, the sect master of the Scarlet Flood Dragon Sect, rushed out of the main hall, terror written all over his face.
He looked up at the Supreme Dharma Body towering over a thousand zhang tall and the Great Sword raised high in its hand. His legs lost all feeling on the spot, and he dropped straight to his knees on the shattered stone slabs.
The elders behind him fared even worse. Some had already collapsed onto the ground, some were trembling, and two with lower cultivation had simply fainted.
"Senior, spare-"
Zhao Qian Jun only managed to get those words out.
Elder Gu lowered his hand.
The Dharma Body's Great Sword fell with it.
One stroke.
A vertical slash.
It cut straight down from ten thousand zhang in the sky.
The dark-golden blade, several hundred zhang long and wrapped in that layer of Sword Qi as thin