Everyone stared at the sword's shadow above Lu Ren's head in shock. It was so terrifying that the sword aura around him surged.
All around them, swords trembled wildly, as though they sensed a terrifying presence.
Zhu Yan's heart shook as well. Lu Ren's Sword Soul had stunned him.
This was an Ancient Martial Artist's Battle Soul—a sword cultivator's Sword Soul.
He had fought Ancient Martial Artists before, including some who had awakened Sword Souls. But compared with Lu Ren's, theirs were as far apart in might as heaven and earth.
A dreadful premonition rose in Zhu Yan's heart. He retreated rapidly, not daring to meet Lu Ren head-on.
Whoosh!
The sword's shadow above Lu Ren's head shot toward Zhu Yan.
Dazzling and razor-sharp, it blazed like divine light cleaving heaven and earth, bearing down on Zhu Yan with earth-shaking sword aura.
It streaked across hundreds of yards like a meteor and arrived before Zhu Yan in an instant.
"Not good..."
Zhu Yan's pupils widened. It was already too late to dodge.
In that split second, Zhu Yan swept his hands out. A small flame-wreathed cauldron flew forth to shield him. The sacred qi and divinity within him boiled, and he drove the power of his bloodline to its limit.
The small cauldron swelled more than tenfold into a massive one, and an enormous flaming Vermilion Bird rose from its surface.
The Vermilion Bird gave a long cry and beat its wings, ready to meet Lu Ren's Void of Destiny Sword Soul.
The next instant!
The Void of Destiny Sword Soul tore through the void and slammed into the flaming Vermilion Bird.
Boom!
A muffled roar came first. Then everyone saw the huge cauldron shudder, shrink to the size of a palm, and go flying.
The terrifying sword's shadow surged