RUSTLE! RUSTLE!
All living creatures on Xuwang Mountain flew into a frenzy—birds and beasts, insects, rabbits, leopards, and martens all rampaged.
Instantly!
Everyone was enveloped in an intensely oppressive atmosphere, their very auras trembling in time with Wen Qingye's sword.
The legs of those with weaker cultivations began to tremble.
"Sixth Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Only I am the Emperor!"
Wen Qingye stood proudly, his sword facing the wind. Myriad golden lights materialized as the unparalleled aura of an Emperor condensed and bore down on everything. From his blade, a Sword Aura imbued with the very momentum of heaven and earth shot toward Hankong.
