Thump, thump!
A sense of movement arose. In front of many people, hands worked tirelessly, hands wielding hands. While cutting with a knife, the knife was folded into rays of light on the arms of a man over two days. That Immortal Sword was undoubtedly something no mundane source could produce.
The gaze of these two days, as if scanning all, swept over each scattered thread of the crowd. Finally, an infinite mouth whispered, "Fall or perish!"
Everything happened quickly, and ended swiftly!
In this battle, Yang Chuan stole the Immortal's essence, severed Ming Jun, and utterly crushed his Water Horse alongside his proclaimed strongest standing.
If even a single word was not uttered, death was inevitable. The once arrogant mountain spirits finally knelt one by one on the ground, submitting to a single person beneath their feet.
Afterward, things naturally became much simpler.
