The elder's voice had just fallen.
A sharp, clear sword's cry immediately resounded through heaven and earth.
Then they saw bursts of Biqing Immortal Sword's light shooting into the sky, and strands of terrifying Sword Intent, sharp enough to seem to slice through the fabric of the heavens and the earth, instantly spread out.
A Biqing Immortal Sword, its form unclear if solid or translucent, quietly appeared in midair, stirring the vast expanse of clouds, and slashed directly towards the gray-robed elder.
At this moment.
Even the First Hammer, who had been through countless brutal battles, couldn't help but feel a horror akin to being in the netherworld ascending within him.
With just one glance at the precious sword.
He sensed an unprecedented aura of death, irresistible, inescapable; besides awaiting death, there was no alternative.
And if the First Hammer, in the Dharma Phase Realm, felt this way, the others were even less able to cope.
