In a scant few breaths, Song Yu had propelled the trio out of the sect's confines and into the open sky. There, awaiting them amidst a raging tempest of lightning and fury, were four of the sect's Supreme Elders.
These Exalted Monarchs, each a titan of cultivation in their own right, stood at the very pinnacle of the Glazed Lightning Sect's hierarchy. Their combined might was sufficient to lay waste to entire nations, to reshape the very landscape of the world itself.
Divine Swords, each thrumming with world-sundering power, materialized in the hands of the Supreme Elders. The very air seemed to vibrate with the hum of their barely restrained power, the weave of reality itself straining under the weight of their combined presence.
"Die!" The word was not merely spoken, but roared, the unified voices of the Supreme Elders merging into a single, overwhelmingly expression of murderous intent.