One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate
The battlefield transformed into a kingdom ruled entirely by the sword.
Under that overwhelming pressure, everyone's faces turned pale.
Many cultivators instinctively retreated several steps.
Their hearts pounded violently.
Their souls trembled.
This was not merely sword intent.
It was heavenly might.
It was the pressure of a supreme treasure acknowledged by the heavens themselves.
The First Mist Immortal Sword possessed an authority that ordinary cultivators simply could not face directly.
Even Martial Emperor Realm experts would never dare boast that they could withstand a direct strike from such a weapon.
The pressure alone made breathing difficult.
The surrounding space continuously distorted.
Sword light illuminated heaven and earth.
At that very moment—
Caelan Everwind's expression became extremely ugly.
His eyes darted across the battlefield.
He knew very well...
