The clamoring crowd charged towards Ling Feng, aiming to seize the inheritance of the Great Wilderness Sword Saint.
Unfortunately, they were destined to leave their lives behind.
......
Whoosh!
Blood spilled across the sky!
The ground within hundreds of yards was almost entirely stained with blood.
Ling Feng was drenched in blood, resembling a Shura emerging from Purgatory.
Within his Sword Domain, no one could approach within ten yards, with over forty kinds of Sword Dao initially a bit unrefined, but gradually under his hand, they began to harmonize and blend smoothly.
Lives, akin to the slaughter of chickens and dogs, continuously perished under the Lingfeng Sword.
"Terrifying!"
Xiao Juanyun and others stood at the edge of the battlefield, far enough away not to face Ling Feng's cold killing intent directly, yet they still felt a soul-chilling sensation.
Although Ling Feng seemed very gentle on usual days, when killing, he showed no mercy.
