Inside the gate swirled Xuanhuang Qi, obscuring the situation within.
No one knew which Great Power had rushed in first, but one by one, powerful cultivators with eyes green with envy dashed towards the inside.
Just then, within the Xuanhuang Qi, a flash of golden sword light streaked by, leaving an elderly, Great Mahayana cultivator frozen in place; the next moment, golden Sword Qi burst forth from his body, and he shattered into fragments.
The few cultivators behind the elder similarly shattered, dissolving into a mist of blood.
Seeing this scene, the cultivators in the front turned pale and hastily retreated.
Lu Yi felt incredibly shocked.
That was a Great Mahayana cultivator! And he just died like that?!
He died without uttering a sound, and not even his Primordial Spirit escaped!
At the same time, a terrifyingly immense pressure leaked from within, a pressure that seemed to surpass the Heavenly Dao and the universe, unimaginably powerful.