Dust flew, and the grassland kept shaking, showing just how fearsome Xing Tian's power was.
The disciples of Sword Court all nervously watched the place where the dust swirled. Just now, Xing Tian's axe had cleaved the grassland in two, revealing a chasm so deep that its ends were out of sight.
Xing Tian had excellent control of his power, otherwise several domains around would have faced annihilation.
The Qi-ax he wielded was of no low grade, and with Xing Tian's strength, sinking a domain would be effortless.
Even Qin Jun, who was far away on the Somersault Cloud, could feel the force of that energy, as if his flesh could be blown apart by it.
"It's fortunate that Xing Tian wasn't banished,"
Qin Jun thought with relief, feeling assured only if such a powerhouse was in his grasp.
He turned to Patriarch Bodhi beside him and asked, "Is the Sword Master dead?"
Considering Xing Tian's recent display, he assumed the Sword Master must have turned into a mush of flesh...
