"Hand over the Sage's bones!"
"*sshole! How dare you snatch it right before our noses."
Dozens of cultivators armed with weapons rushed to attack Chu Kuangren.
However, Chu Kuangren merely stood where he was.
The Descendant Self Sword on his waist trembled slightly before an incomparably razor-sharp surge of Sword-based Daoist Rhyme that was imbued with his spiritual power erupted and transformed into sword qi.
Streaks of sword qi swept outward like a violent wind. Before the cultivators who had rushed forward could get within three feet of Chu Kuangren, the sword qi had torn them all apart.
The rest of the cultivators gasped at that sight.
"What terrifying strength!"
"Who is this? What kind of person is he?"
"Wait a minute, with that gorgeous ancient sword on his waist and his otherworldly aura, can that person be... Chu Kuangren!"