Chapter 914: Leaving (2)
They were no stronger than the Blood Mist Sect founder. There was no reason to believe they could defeat Li Xiaofei. The combat instincts unique to the Reapers quickly brought them to the same conclusion.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Beams of light tore through the sky. They attempted to flee, but they were stopped. At some unknown point, a colossal white lotus had bloomed in the sky.
It floated high among the clouds, beautiful and sacred. Its petals were as translucent as crystal, shimmering like immortal jade. Vivid and ethereal, the lotus leaves turned slowly, as if brushed by a celestial presence. Thin threads of silvery-white sword qi flowed from each lotus petal, drifting outward like divine vapor.
These fine and long sword qi threads descended like drifting willow fluff. They fell from ten thousand meters in the sky, settling across the land and enveloping the entire Mount Heavenly Drum in a shimmering veil.
It looked as if the mountain had been draped in a delicate, silken canopy. Yet that seemingly thin white veil repelled the fleeing founders as if they were mosquitoes slamming into steel. Each one was knocked back with a shriek.
They tried again and again, but they could not pierce through the silver-white veil. They turned and desperately hurled themselves toward the crowd. But golden and silver sword qi rose to meet them.
Whoosh.
The sound was like tearing silk. One by one, the so-called ancestral founders of the immortal sects were struck down. These beings that had once seemed unimaginably powerful to the onlookers now appeared as weak and helpless as insects.
The parts of their bodies that mimicked human form turned to scarlet dust and vanished the moment the sword light passed through them. Their true Reaper forms were strange and varied in shape. None were large in size, so they likely belonged to the higher-tier wild-type Reapers, possessing a degree of intelligence.
Soon, aside from the seven crimson beams still furiously ramming into the blade-and-sword prison, every other ancestor had been slain. Then, with another strike from Li Xiaofei, those seven crimson streams were extinguished as well. The sect master tokens shattered into powder.
“Master...” Yu Ge rushed to the blade prison, her voice choked with sorrow.