The swordsman waved his sleeve, and the Five Colors Divine Light swept away the corpse; the shadow of the person dissipated, and in a blink, it turned into nothingness.
A moment later, heaven and earth sealed itself, leaving no trace in the void, only several divine senses swept across.
"That was..."
"The Ninth Heaven Sword Master?"
"How is that possible!"
"The previous Saint Lord of the Sword Pavilion, actually slain by someone?"
"A Sect Master of such a grand Immortal Sect, how could he perish so effortlessly?"
"Who is this person of such sacred might, to have such a ruthless hand?"
"From east to west, demons rise, and the Central Plains are also in endless strife. Now another Ninth Heaven Sword Master has perished; is this world truly headed for great chaos?"
"A time of much turmoil, a time of much turmoil indeed..."
Several divine senses swept across and then hurried away.
The death of a Mahayana Cultivator is no small matter.
