The several Great Cultivators launched full attacks,
The terrifying True Essence surged like a dam bursting, frantically squeezing the entire hall. With a massive "boom," the hall collapsed outright, countless tiles splintering in all directions, clouds of dust swelling up.
In the chaos,
Zhang Xuanche was already on the verge of exhaustion, Horizontal Saber embedded between his neck. His eyes were bloodshot red, clinging to his last breath of vital energy, grabbing the Horizontal Saber with both hands, fingers locked tight around the blade—even having some fingers chopped clean off.
That momentary restraint
gave Ding Jianxiao and the Lu Family Grand Elder an opening,
Ding Jianxiao charged ahead, his sword thrusting straight at Gu Zhan's vital point. The longsword hummed and vibrated, the sound shivering ten thousand times in an instant: bright enough to split silk, mournful enough to draw tears, desolate enough to cloud the heart.
In that instant,
