"You... cough, cough, you've killed so many cultivators. Even if it's for the righteous path, how are you different from those demon cultivators? Do you intend to make enemies of the entire world?"

The monk's robe was soaked in blood as he staggered to his feet, leaning on his staff, his body covered in sword wounds with no intact skin left.

A Buddhist cultivator who had reached the Void Fusion Realm was supposed to be invincible with the protection of Buddha's light, yet he fell under Chen Huaian's sword.

Chen Huaian remained silent, merely flicking the hilt of his sword.

A Sword Qi silently flew out from the sheath at an angle.

The sword light, wider than half a sword formation, instantly engulfed the monk.@@novelbin@@

The world fell silent.

No cultivator around the secret realm dared to utter a word.

Everyone bowed their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.

Even their breathing was cautious.

Afraid that any small movement or glance might bring about their doom.

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