Screams of terror echoed from the distant sky, but abruptly ceased as the green light emanating from the tip of Xing Tian's finger swept across the horizon, brutally transforming several cultivators of the mortal world into a spray of blood.
Watching in horror as their comrades were smashed to bits, the disciples of the Shu Mountain lineage held their breath, none daring to speak. The overwhelming power of this ancient war god, quite obviously not of this world, struck fear into the hearts of all present.
The chilling intent to kill sent shockwaves in every direction. Facing the Sword Master, Xing Tian looked as indifferent as if he was seeing an ordinary person. His towering body swayed as his hands wove through the air. A faint light screen enveloped the sea area for hundreds of miles, seemingly isolating it from the rest of the world, while still visible to those beyond its confines.
