The ground shook and the landscape was rewoven. Even the multitudes of sword bodies were thrown into disarray.
But what was curious was this outer spectacle of disruption wasn't even felt by the thousands of occupants inside the Demonic Sword Sect.
Within the vaunted domain of the sect remained a picture of serenity and calm. Nobody was ever disturbed nor had knowledge of what transpired on its doors.
This showed well enough on how extremely effective the defensive formation of the sect was as it did what it was intended to do in the first place.
It shielded its occupants from within its firm sanctuary but the same could not be said to those people who were tasked to man the gates to begin with.
"Who is so bold enough to cause ruckus within the territory of the Demonic Sword Sect?!" an old man roared in anger.
His name was Geng Bo, the Elder assigned to guard the gates and fetch any would be recruits of the sect.