Chapter 293: Ghost Sword's Death Throws the World into Chaos

An Jing became surrounded by a myriad of nebulous purple qi, which directly enveloped his figure.

The tumultuous aura around the ghastly face didn't swallow him, and then the ghostly face began to compress from the top down, its momentum unweakened in the slightest.

"Crack! Crack!"

An Jing stood on the ground, his arms bending as if unable to bear the burden due to the terrifying force attacking him, and suddenly the ground beneath him fractured, his legs sinking deeply into it.

An Jing's face remained expressionless, not making a sound, as though he could clearly hear his own heart beating.

It was the same for the Immortal Qian Qiu; throughout the ages, he had encountered too many experts, including Martial Arts Emperors, true Sect Leaders, and top Swordsmen, but these beings eventually turned to ash in his presence.

Thus, he considered the fate of the Swordsman before him to be no different in the end.