Jing Wuyuan held the hilt of his sword, and the four sages of the Demon Palace formed a conical formation with him.
The five of them held their breaths at this moment.
Demonic Qi lingered around his body, and he seemed to have cultivated into one. It was as if even his heartbeat had reached the extreme synchronization.
At this moment, everything was silent.
In Fahai's Heavenly Eye, surging demonic qi was gathering towards the five of them.
A domineering and sharp sword aura was brewing.
It was like a volcano that was about to erupt.
It was also like a huge beast that was about to wake up.
"Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Technique?"
Fahai raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this.
Of course, he had heard of the name of this Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Art. It was known as the number one killing divine art in the Yinyue Empire. It could kill all powerful enemies in the human world, and could even slash open the sky!
In the original novel, after the Seven Nights Demon Lord became a demon, he would be able to kill anyone with a single strike.
It was enough to show how terrifying this divine power was.
Even the Sword Saint of Mount Shu, which was famous for its swords, had personally admitted it.
In terms of killing power, the Mount Shu Sword Technique was inferior to it!
From this, it could be seen how powerful the Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Technique was.
However, no matter how powerful a divine art was, it still depended on who used it.
Moreover, what these five people cultivated was obviously not the real Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Art, so its power was naturally much weaker.
"Heaven-cleaving Sword, your Demon Sect sure has big words. If Qi Ye were here personally, he might be able to stop me with this sword. As for you…"
Fahai shook his head.
Then, he snorted.
Thunder and dragon roars!
A visible wave of mana spread out like a gale. In an instant, Jing Wuyuan and the others were on the verge of collapsing!
Jing Wuyuan and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace felt as if the sea had been overturned and waves were surging.
And they were like a withered leaf in the storm.
They would be drowned at any moment.
The other party's aura was too terrifying. The pressure released from each and every move actually overshadowed the aura accumulated from the Sword Drawing Art!
The Heaven-cleaving Sword's most important aspect was its aura.
Only by drawing the sword and accumulating power could one split open the sky!
Now, their auras were easily suppressed by Fahai. The power of their sword techniques would only become weaker and weaker.
"We can't wait any longer. If this continues, we might even be crushed by his aura. Everyone, let's give it our all!"
Jing Wuyuan roared and calmed himself down.
The Edgeless Magic Sword in his hand emitted a clang as it turned into a dark green Sword Qi and soared into the sky!
"Draw your swords!"
"Heaven Slaying!"
The Four Sages of the Demon Palace roared in unison. Almost at the same time, they drew their swords.
Five streaks of Sword Qi gathered in the air and finally turned into a rainbow. It tore through the sky and slashed fiercely at Fahai.
This sword was decisive, sharp, and overbearing.
It carried the power to destroy everything.
Everything along the way, including the mountain rocks and the ground, was cut open.
"The Demon Sect's Sword Drawing Technique is indeed extraordinary. I can't block this sword no matter what. I wonder how Grandmaster will respond? What kind of ultimate divine ability would he use?”
When Autumn Leaf saw this, he could not help but hold his breath.
However…
The magnificent scene that he had imagined did not appear.
Faced with the combined attack of Jing Wuyuan and the other three, Fahai merely waved his sleeves and extended his hand. His jade-like palm pressed forward.
Kacha!
The cracking sound was deafening.
The space shattered like glass in his hand.
The sword Qi that Jing Wuyuan and the others slashed out was like a wisp of green smoke that was annihilated and dissipated!
……
"This…crushed?"
"Impossible! How is this possible?"
"Our full-strength attack couldn't even hurt him?”
"What kind of monster is this monk?”
The Four Sages of the Demon Palace were all stunned by this terrifying scene.
In their eyes, that casual palm strike was the most terrifying divine power in the world.
The monk walking over was the fiercest demon king in the world!
"What are you all waiting for? This monk's cultivation has already reached the peak of the mortal world. Unless the Sage King comes personally, no one can stop him! We are not his match!"
Jing Wuyuan had already reacted at this time. He hurriedly shouted and then, without a word, frantically circulated his magic power and fled towards the death ground of the living.
Fahai was too powerful.
It was so powerful that they could not resist it at all.
Even if he used an array formation and the Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Art, he could not hurt a single hair on the other party.
If he had known earlier, he would not have dared to accept this errand.
"Run, split up and run! The people of the Buddhist Sect are usually soft-hearted. If we split up and escape, we might still have a chance of survival!”
Jing Wuyuan roared.
At this moment, he could only hope that Fahai would not be too ruthless. For the sake of the Yinyue Empire, if he had some fear, he could let them live.
But unfortunately.
In Fahai's dictionary, there was no such thing as being soft-hearted.
The only thing left was whether he deserved to die or not.
"You've traveled thousands of miles to come here. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't go to the underworld to enjoy the beauty of the Yellow Spring? This Penniless Monk is merciful and will send you all on your way!”
As he spoke, Fahai put his palms together and recited the scriptures.
The sound of chanting spread out.
The grains of yellow sand floated up as if they had spirituality. The sand gathered into a river. In an instant, it was like a tidal wave in the vast sea, with waves reaching tens of thousands of feet.
Jing Wuyuan and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace had just flown into the air.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and was instantly drowned.
The yellow sand rolled down from the abyssal crack into the Yellow Spring, never to be looked back.
When the flesh and blood of a living person fell into the Yellow Spring, they would be devoured by evil ghosts in an instant. There was no chance of survival.
"Dead?"
Autumn Leaf saw the yellow sand settle down from afar. There were no longer any figures of Jing Wuyuan and the others in the field.
When he came back to his senses.
Fahai was already riding the magic cloud and flying into the distance.
He immediately took out a talisman and jumped up to catch up.
"Master, wait for me. You haven't accepted me as your disciple yet! I'm serious this time…"
Suddenly, I found a lot of people following the trend. Hmm, I feel a crisis, so I'll add another chapter today?
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