The obscure night sky was illuminated by a streak of sword light, approaching from afar, dragging with it a trail of hazy blue mist like a screen, dividing the world into two halves.
Wherever it passed, blood mist and bone fragments exploded and were quickly ground into the air. In an instant, the night sky cleared, and all the Earth Immortals in flight vanished as if the words on a blackboard had been erased.
When the dark clouds dispersed and the moonlight shone onto the main peak of Bright Moon Mountain, a figure in azure garb floated gently down to the ground, tall and graceful, with a long sword hanging at his waist. His excessively handsome face should have been very gentle, but at that moment, it was filled with an indifferent and icy demeanor. Wherever his gaze landed, the air seemed to freeze, as if pierced by ten thousand swords.
The young man in azure approached Niu Dali and pressed his hand on his back.
