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Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Thread after thread of Sword Qi Filaments, like six hundred and fifty peacock tail feathers, swept toward the Underworld Cultivators with a fierce and piercing intent.
The three Underworld Cultivators could feel the overwhelming force of the oncoming deluge of Sword Qi.
But as they were charging forward just a moment ago and the filaments of Sword Qi moved too swiftly, they had no time to react before they were thoroughly lashed by the terrifying strands.
In an instant, the three Nascent Soul Underworld Cultivators had been punctured into funnels, their blood and vital essence spewing out from those tiny holes, their physical bodies completely shattered.
The Nascent Souls within their Dantians had been riddled with holes, their life force completely extinguished.
From this point on, the three mighty Nascent Soul Cultivators were all dead.
Lu Qingshan took a slight breath.
