Ye Fengsheng raised his hand again, and the short swords in the sky swayed one after another. He took one. It was as cool as jade. Ye Fengsheng did not visit the Kunlun Leader lying in a pool of blood, nor did he see the Qilian Practitioners. He merely held the sword and waved it towards the distant, boundless mountains.
Nothing happened.
Ye Fengsheng slowly turned around and threw the sword to where the Qilian Practitioners were. At the moment the sword left his hand, the distant mountains suddenly emitted a loud noise. The mountain rapidly swelled, visible cracks split open from the top down, revealing the void behind the mountain.
As the crystal short sword pierced the rock, people retreated one after another. They didn't dare to approach from a distance.
