923, I'm down!

"Flee—"

A shout rang out, and someone turned to run.

It was just the space of ten breaths; they didn't believe they couldn't escape.

Who was willing to submit, to entrust their lives and fortunes to another?

Thousands of cultivators from various sects scattered to escape, streaks of Flowing Light shooting in every direction.

"Peak Master Han said, if even one person escapes, I, Su Juesheng, will not be admitted into Moon-Encompassing Peak."

"You are not giving me, Su Juesheng, face."

In midair, a faint voice sounded.

The originally grand sword light suddenly exploded, turning into dozens of clear, bright Flowing Lights.

The lights flashed, splitting into thousands of fleeting three-foot-long swords.

"Hum—"

The swords slashed toward all directions.

Those fleeing figures were caught up by the sword light, and unless they had reached the Dao Breaking Realm, none could block this sword light and were pierced through.