In the void, the sword in Ye Futian's hand was stained with blood as he looked at the figure falling from the sky. This strike not only slashed the throat but also contained the power to slash the soul, so the other was unable to save himself.
Now that these many cultivators had come to suppress him in unison, wanting to leverage divine implements to smite him and take away the fruits, if he didn't make an example of him, they would most likely be undeterred.
His hand made a grabbing motion in the air, and Ye Futian captured the divine implement of the other, then took it as his own.
That suffocating will of the Way still shrouded the space, but no one wanted to be that bold again. It was as if they were cowed by Ye Futian's sword.
