Rrrmb… Rrrrrmb...

Cold Cloud Mountain was trembling. Everyone’s heart was trembling as well. A chaotic storm that crushed both the Sun Death Sword Master’s sword might and Forefather Ming Peng’s omnipresent pressure was stirring in every corner, and it was as if an ancient devil god was awakened from its slumber. Everything was as petty as dust before him.

“This… this is…” Ming Xiao said shakily, his face as white as a sheet. This was a different kind of fear, a fear that was uncontrollable and applied directly to his soul.

The Sun Death Sword Master’s pupils widened to its largest, and his sword hand was shaking violently. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t believe his eyes and senses at all.

It was because that eruption of profound energy had nearly crushed his body to pieces!

“You…” The Sun Death Sword Master stuttered before recalling something. It was the only possibility he could think of in all his life. “Forbidden… technique!”

Yun Che grinned slightly before extending an arm. As the Sun Death Sword Master’s pupils shrank at the motion, Yun Che slowly pointed a finger at him… and flicked.

Crack!

A spatial distortion reached the Sun Death Sword Master in an instant.

The sword master had reacted a fraction of a second slower than normal because...