Desolate God Sect.
Among the peaks that surrounded the sect like stars around the moon, one had been leveled to the ground, its surface still stained with splatters of blood.
This was the aftermath of Lin Tianyee's sword slash, a feat akin to splitting mountains and severing rivers!
Such a terrifying display of power left everyone in the Desolate God Sect in stunned silence, their voices hushed.
On their faces were expressions of panic, fright, shock, and sheer disbelief.
All eyes were fixed on Lin Tian, and on the Flying Sword as well.
Lin Tian stood motionless, his hands behind his back, his face indifferent with an unceasing aura of murderous intent.
The Flying Sword, resplendent like a rainbow, had taken away the lives of Zuo Hao and several Desolate God Sect elders, shattering an entire peak. Yet Lin Tian stood there as if nothing had happened, and that was what truly terrified the onlookers.