The stench of blood permeated the grand hall. It was a scene of utter devastation.

But who would content themselves with sitting and waiting to die?

“Run!” Huan Tianhe and the others dared not linger. They immediately turned and fled. 

The Nine Tripod Suppression Barrier Formation couldn’t suppress Su Yi, and he was utterly fearless and unbridled.

It wasn’t simply that he didn’t take the emissaries of the ancient factions seriously. This was the imperial family’s territory, yet he’d begun a massacre!

Under the circumstances, how could the emissaries dare stick around?

“You were so fierce and overbearing when you got here, but now, you’re as panicked as whipped dogs. If I just let you leave, won’t it damage my credibility?” said a calm, even voice. Immediately afterward, the hum of a sword rang out.

It was like the booming of thunder, or a deity beating an ancient drum.

Beneath Xia Qingyuan’s astonished gaze, one streak of radiant clear sword qi after another swept through the air like dazzling divine arcs. Their searing sharpness stung the eyes. 

Every streak of sword qi emanated an oppressive, forceful air.

When he swung his weapon, he was like an immortal...