Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A sword mark had cleaved through his skull, deep into his brain, snuffing out the vitality of his Divine Soul and flesh.

Surrounding him, the group of more than thirty Golden Pill Monks suffered the same fate, motionless, a sword mark piercing through their skulls at the forehead, their gaze vacant as their bodies silently fell to the ground.

Their Flying Swords had just left their Elixir Fields when they tumbled from the sky, the ringing of their fall continuous.

This Sword-light was too fast!

Striking after being released but managing to arrive before them, so fast that their Flying Swords hadn’t yet approached the enemy when all their lives were already severed, leaving them no chance to react.

”How could this…”

”With such Sword Intent, you should not have contested with me…”

The strongest amongst them, Guo Kai, roared in anger, resentful, a faint fluctuation of Divine Sense reverberating.

Then, it faded into nothingness.

A life with decent talent in the Sword Dao disappeared from the world.