Ling Jiuxiao stood against the wind, his Fate Battle Robe billowing wildly, its thunderous flapping deafening like rolling thunder.
He looked down upon the heroes, his entire being resembling a Heaven-Splitting Devil Spear, its edge fully revealed, as if it could pierce through the Nine Heavens in the very next moment!
"What a terrifying aura."
An almost substantial Killing Intent surged toward them, and every expert present turned horrified, their muscles and bones taut, their heartstrings pulled tight to the breaking point.
"No, don't come over!"
Some younger disciples with shallow cultivation had their souls shaken beneath that monstrous Killing Intent. They flailed about and let out crazed screams.
To their senses, the black-clad man was not a person at all, but a killing god who had walked out of Infernal Hell.
With merely a crossing of gazes, countless phantom images of living beings wailing exploded in their minds, as though they had personally witnessed the apocalyptic scene of a divine kingdom collapsing and a sea of blood carrying corpses like rafts.
"Clear your minds!"
Several elder tycoons abruptly rose and made a thunderous move!
Majestic Magic Power surged into the bodies of the crowd like a tide, washing back and forth. Only after considerable effort did they awaken the disciples from their demonic delusions.
"Th-thank you, sect master! Thank you, First Elder!"
The disciples came to themselves as if waking from a dream, drenched in sweat. Extreme fear still lingered on their faces, and they no longer dared to spare the Black-Clad figure even half a glance.
"Stand down."
Several giants waved their hands and did not censure the juniors for their loss of composure.
At that moment, pairs of sharp Dharma eyes were locked tightly on Ling Jiuxiao.
When experts crossed hands, one glance was enough to tell