Chapter 416 : The Blade Strikes, the Mask Falls
The Saint Realm cultivators of the Primordial Sacred Ground were all frozen in terror.
They were completely stunned.
One moment, everything was peaceful—then suddenly, a grand formation sealed their entire territory, and in the next instant, someone appeared wielding an Emperor Weapon, slashing down upon them.
The weapon's power was terrifying beyond reason. Even wielded by a mere Saint King, its might was enough to shake the heavens.
With just one strike, the protective grand formation of the Primordial Sacred Ground had been shattered.
But it didn't stop there.
Though the formation absorbed most of the attack's force, the blade shadow still continued to fall.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!
The saber's shadow, stretching miles long, tore through everything like a divine judgment, crashing down with overwhelming momentum. The sheer force of the blade shook heaven and earth, blanketing the area in a suffocating killing intent.
