In the moment that the Sword Qi swept across, seven or eight Martial Artists fell on the spot, their lifeblood spraying out in its entirety.
Transforming into clouds of blood mist.
The entire area in front of the palace gates was suffused with a thick stench of blood.
"Run for it!"
A few slightly stronger Martial Artists, who barely managed to dodge the Sword Qi, had their faces drastically change and turned around to retreat, trying to escape.
"Today, none of you will leave; all shall remain!"
Chu Fengmian sneered.
Within his body, a full hundred thousand Spirit Swords were drawn from their sheaths, the Black Profound Sword Formation sealing off the entire square.
The few Martial Artists who tried to force their way through all perished at the hands of the Black Profound Sword Formation, with not a single one able to escape.
"Ahh!"
Screams of agony rose up incessantly.
