Outside, a fine drizzle fell, yet it failed to penetrate the murderous atmosphere of the official road.
The endless rain was held back as if by an invisible barrier, unable to seep in in the slightest.
As the killing intent billowed out, a grim aura saturated the sky, sending a chill down the spine.
"Today, this ends."
The moment Shen Bai spoke, Cold Moon erupted in his hand like a sudden cold snap, blanketing everything around them.
Endless streams of Sword Qi, like a fearsome blood moon yet carrying the brilliant, righteous aura of a scorching sun, surged toward Qianqing Daoist.
Yet, Qianqing Daoist remained motionless, his hands still forming the seals for his Technique, as if he couldn't even see Shen Bai's Sword Qi.
Nearby, Monk Yuan'an and a host of members from the Wild Taoist and Wild Buddha Sects also stood perfectly still, acting as if Shen Bai's Blood Red Sword Qi posed no threat whatsoever.
Shen Bai grew wary.
