Zi Yanqian swallowed hard. Mu Junjie's killing intent was palpable as the full might of his aura—that of the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Pill Stage—erupted, pressing down on them like the sky itself. Zi Yanqian instantly felt the immense pressure.
In this battlefield teeming with geniuses, it would be a gross underestimation to think Mu Junjie's only strength was his high Cultivation. This place was a gathering of all geniuses; those who had once considered themselves talented paled in comparison here.
Just then, Mu Junjie took out a Divine Artifact. Though exceedingly rare in the outside world, Divine Artifacts were not uncommon here. His was a Great Sword, seemingly of the Middle Grade Divine Artifact Level. It looked as if it weighed tens of thousands of pounds, yet in his hands, it was as light as a feather, swung about with ease.
With a casual swing—WHOOSH!—a deep trench was carved into the ground. Such was the ferocious power of a single, effortless motion.
