Chapter 2: Coffin
The Northern Frontiers.
The moment that the golden water lily burst open, the cultivators were blasted with no time for preparation. The invisible compulsion was like the ocean exploding outwards a thousand kilometers, beating everyone back a great distance away.
The swords and spiritual weapons of the closest individuals were all cracked and splintered, immediately ruined.
“Cough, cough… Sect Leader.” A small disciple fought his way out from the snow. Pressing his chest, he wanted to use his sword to prop himself back up, but he found that only a handle was left in his hands.
“Sect Leader, my sword…”
For some of these disciples, their sword was more important than their life. Especially for the main sword cultivation sect, the Feng Sect.
That small disciple was indeed from the Feng Sect.
“Throw it away, cast another one when we return.” Feng Juyan didn’t even look at him, her gaze still landing a great distance away, her brows tightly furrowed.
As the sect leader, she naturally didn’t fall pitifully to the ground. Instead, she held her long sword in front of her body, blocking most of the compulsion. Though she stood perfectly straight, blood still seeped from between her fingers, dripping into the design of her sword.