"Scatter!" Nan Wang shouted sharply.
True Person Guangyuan swept his sleeves, sending out several streaks of sword light that forced Zhao Layue and the others back.
Flying swords rose in disarray, and the luminous rays of law treasures lit up the windswept peak as the Green Mountain disciples and representatives of the various sects hurried away.
"Master! Martial Uncle! If you keep fighting like this, the Green Mountain Grand Array will collapse!"
With his right hand held before him, his sword intent blazing like fire, True Person Guangyuan blocked the howling wind and terrifying sword intent and called solemnly to the two people by the cliff.
"I don't care."
An exceedingly cold, aloof smile that treated life and death as nothing appeared on Liu S sui's slightly dark face, looking somewhat strange. "What about you? You probably don't care either, do you? Who would you care about besides yourself? Are you regretting it a little now, thinking you should have killed this little fellow right at the start?"
Jing Jiu said, "What about you? Does it feel good to stand against the whole world alone?"
True Person Taiping laughed loudly. "Not stand against it, but destroy it. Destroying an old world does indeed feel wonderful."
Terrifying howls kept ringing out from the depths of the sea.
The wreck of a Penglai treasure ship floated on the sea, its sailors clutching planks as they struggled amid the heaving waves, their hearts filled with despair as they listened to the distant howls.
That was the roar of the Great Whirlpool-the spring in the so-called Mingquan Secret Realm did not tinkle; its voice was always this terrifying.
Why were there other sounds mixed into those howls today, as though they came from actual living beings, filled with pain, yet carrying a