Yuan'er wanted to say something to comfort Xiong Yourong beside her, but even she herself was extremely worried at this moment.

Unlike Xiong Yourong, the higher her cultivation, the more she understood how dangerous Qi Laoda's move was.

Not to mention the ten thousand blood-colored swords combined, Yuan'er didn't believe she could handle even just one of them.

And at this moment, Bai Xiaofan was facing the simultaneous attack of tens of thousands of swords.

Compared to the worries of Xiong Yourong and Yuan'er, Bai Xiaofan, who was at the center of the storm, appeared much more calm.

Looking at the densely packed blood-colored swords shooting toward him like raindrops, Bai Xiaofan didn't even show any technique, as if he was stunned by the spectacular scene.

Meanwhile, groups of people rushing over stopped a kilometer away.

It wasn't that they didn't want to get closer, but the pressure from the tens of thousands of blood-colored swords prevented them from approaching any further.

"Who are these two people fighting? The pressure is enormous!"

"I don't know, but this scene must be from a transcendance tribulation stage cultivator!"

"My God, the transcendance tribulation stage? I'm only at the late Nascent Soul stage and already feel formidable!"

"You guys are really ignorant. Transcendance tribulation stage? I'm now at the early transcendance tribulation stage, and I can tell you without exaggeration that I can't even handle one of those blood-colored swords!"

"What? Then… then these two people..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their eyes filled with endless terror and admiration as they looked ahead.

"I know that person, he's from Nanjing, Bai Xiaofan, he's Bai Xiaofan!"

"Yes, I've recognized him too, the man standing at the center of the sword rain is our city's Bai Xiaofan!"

"Which Bai Xiaofan? The one known as the God of Slaughter?"

"Nonsense, who else could it be but that Bai Xiaofan?"

"Phew, even Bai Xiaofan, facing such a technique, might end up with not a scrap of flesh left from those tens of thousands of blood-colored swords!"

The crowd fell silent. Although Bai Xiaofan's fame had long shaken all of Jiang Province, causing all cultivators to be in awe, no one had confidence in him.

After all, the old man clearly said that even with his early transcendance tribulation stage strength, he couldn't handle even one of those swords, let alone millions of them.

With the blood-colored swords almost upon him, yet seeing Bai Xiaofan not making any moves, Qi Laoda furrowed his brow slightly.

He wasn't foolish enough to think Bai Xiaofan was scared by the display.

For some reason, a sense of unease rose within Qi Laoda's heart.

This feeling came suddenly and without any signs, but it inexplicably made Qi Laoda anxious, as if things weren't so simple!

"Stop!"

Just as the first batch of blood-colored swords was about to strike Bai Xiaofan, he waved his hand and shouted.

Instantly, an invisible momentum emanated from Bai Xiaofan.

This was entirely different from the fixing technique Bai Xiaofan used before.

When the fixing technique was used, the surrounding air wouldn't have the slightest ripple.

However, in this technique Bai Xiaofan was using now, Qi Laoda could clearly feel a slight ripple in the air, which made the first wave of blood-colored swords stop right in front of Bai Xiaofan, not advancing an inch further.

"This isn't the fixing technique, what is it?"

Qi Laoda gazed at Bai Xiaofan, who was surrounded by blood-colored swords, and shouted loudly.

"Qi Laoda, give up. With your current cultivation level, although already at the initial stage of Mahayana, you are still not my match. Once I break this blood-colored sword formation, will you follow me?"

Upon hearing Qi Laoda's words, Bai Xiaofan turned his head, staring at him, and spoke calmly.

It was as if the multitude of blood-colored swords had already been completely neutralized by him.

"Follow you? You'll have to break my sword fury blood lotus first!"

Hearing Bai Xiaofan's words, Qi Laoda coldly snorted. Anyone who could reach his cultivation level would indeed be proud and lofty.

He wouldn't submit to anyone just because of a few words from Bai Xiaofan.

Even if the other's strength was superior, it was absolutely not allowed.

"Then you better open your eyes wide and watch closely!"

Bai Xiaofan's lips curled into a playful arc, hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the blood-colored swords continuing to fly towards him.

Tens of thousands of blood-colored swords grew nearer in Bai Xiaofan's eyes, and the strong scent of blood carried by the swords' bodies was already entering his nostrils, stimulating all the organs in Bai Xiaofan's body.

"Break!"

Bai Xiaofan keenly sensed the power of laws in the air and spat out a word.

Break break break...

As Bai Xiaofan uttered this word, it seemed to echo in mid-air, and a series of breaking sounds echoed into the ears of Qi Laoda and the others.

Snap snap snap!

Immediately, a shocking scene unfolded before Qi Laoda and the others!

The sky-high blood-colored swords all shattered from the middle under Bai Xiaofan's single word, falling to the ground with a clatter!

One!

Five!

Ten!

...

In the blink of an eye, except for the main body floating above Qi Laoda's blood-colored primordial spirit, all the blood-colored swords in the sky shattered from the middle and fell to the ground!

Puff!

His ultimate move was broken!

Qi Laoda's primordial spirit suffered a severe blow, spewing a mouthful of old blood, his face sallow to the extreme.

Cling!

The blood-colored sword floating above his primordial spirit also fell heavily before him.

The blood-colored primordial spirit became even fainter, receding into his body.

Qi Laoda's once proud sword move, deemed his strongest, was effortlessly dismantled by Bai Xiaofan.

Moreover, this sword move was defeated so thoroughly, without the slightest resistance!

"What... what move is this? Those blood-colored swords are shattered?"

"Hiss, what is Bai Xiaofan's strength exactly? Could it be he has reached the Mahayana realm?"

"My God, even at the Mahayana realm, it's not this terrifying, right? Those blood-colored swords, any one of them couldn't even be withstood by the transcendance tribulation stage, let alone tens of thousands of them!"

"Why is there such a huge gap between cultivators? I remember Bai Xiaofan only emerged two years ago now, right?"

"I guess Bai Xiaofan might likely be a disciple from some hidden noble family, out for training, otherwise, how could he be so strong?"

Everyone watching from afar, seeing Bai Xiaofan merely utter a word to break through the immense array of blood-colored swords, were all nearly dazed with fear!

At this moment, each one was murmuring their thoughts, perhaps only by doing so could they feel a little better.

Among the onlookers, the only transcendance tribulation stage expert, was still in shock at this moment.

The higher their cultivation, the more they understood the disparity, making Bai Xiaofan's move all the more astonishing!

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