Silence: there was absolute silence as the entire world stopped, almost as if waiting for Qingo's blade to drop. Not even the wind dared to blow in such a situation. It was absolute stillness as the blade slowly sliced through the void. Everyone's heart and eyes went down with it.
What came from the tip of Qingo's weapon was a sword aura so powerful every single person could feel pressure. A pressure that anyone would mistake for a pier of hands firmly gripping not only their heart but lungs and throat and squeezing it.
Not a single one of them could say, with any certainty, that if they stood where Xasha stood, they had a 0.000000000001% chance of survival. Forget about them, any third or fourth wave cultivator standing where Xasha would still be sliced up like bread. Even with his strongest defense active. At this point, everyone in the vicinity looked at Qingo with a strong sense of fear and at Xasha with pity.
