Only when the last cultivator fell to the ground, eyes wide with terror, did the surrounding area finally grow quiet. No one spoke; all that could be heard was the sound of waves crashing.
The three seasoned veterans swiftly cleared the battlefield, collecting all the spoils before returning to their master.
The Azure Emperor cast a glance at the corpses on the ground and said to the three beside him, "Let's go!" With that, he led them away.
Watching them vanish into streaks of light, the remaining cultivators finally relaxed their tightly clenched hearts. Cold sweat poured down their backs as a wave of dread washed over them.
The Azure Emperor... That was the Azure Emperor...
The Azure Emperor departed with his three disciples. From that day onward, rumors began to spread: celestial omens appeared, the ancient divine sword Dragon Abyss emerged to recognize its master—the Azure Emperor's second disciple, Yun Yuan...
