Chapter 340: Where Are They? (2/2)

Hua Kui raised his head suddenly, looking toward the sword formation.

Countless bright light rays swam vaguely within the formation. The silver metal wind was bright and dazzling. The everchanging sword formation released a horrifying amount of pressure and caused everyone to feel breathless, as if they had been pressed down by a huge rock.

The sky was covered by dark clouds that had unknowingly gathered from all directions. A glimpse of lightning could be seen.

This was…

Hua Kui opened his eyes wide in shock.

Boom!

A glaring wind pillar soared skyward from within the sword formation, straight into the sinister black clouds.

The elemental energy surge had completely surpassed what the grass swords could endure. The dancing swords started exploding successively like firecrackers. They exploded into countless colorfully fragmented rays that hovered around like fog.

What was strange was the fact that the sword formation had not actually collapsed.

The mobile and fragmented rainbow of rays faded bit by bit. With the colors gradually dimming, the rays transformed into a multitude of black and white whirlpools.

The whirlpools were attracted by a bizarre force and started shooting into the wind pillar. The silver wind pillar started to transform into many black and white eddies that attracted and circled around one another, getting all tangled up.

Clink!

A crisp, shattering sound rang across the field.

The whistling wind pillar was like a fragile piece of porcelain that shattered inch by inch. The broken wind pillar pieces that were now black and white floated up like feathers, as though raising a theater curtain.

A silhouette slowly entered the audience’s field of view.

Those present experienced the same illusion. It was as if they had been slashed by an extremely sharp sword, but because of its keen edge, they could not feel any pain. All they felt was a slight chill in the places they were cut.

Qin Xian’s face changed, as if a storm raged in his heart.

Sword consciousness! This was sword consciousness!

Legend had it that when an ancient swordsman’s aura reached a certain level of concentration, it became like a substance that could cause the skin of others to feel pain, making them felt as if they were being slashed by a sword. This was sword consciousness.

Every muscle in Qin Xian’s body was so excited that they were trembling. He didn’t expect that he could witness the legendary sword consciousness with his own eyes one day.

The sharp, bitingly cold, and substantial aura enveloped the whole area.

Yet, the fellow emitting this terrifying sword consciousness did not look at them at all.

He stood on tips of his toes with his straightened body arched slightly backward. As he faced the sky, his right hand dangled naturally by his side while wielding the sword.

There were no superfluous sword rays, but this scene was still filled with an inexplicable tension. It felt as if there was an invisible hand that gripped everyone’s throat and choked them. It also felt like a kind of magic that attracted everyone’s gaze like a magnet.

Suddenly, underneath his raised head, he scanned across the field with apathetic eyes.

Those who made eye contact with him trembled inside and felt a sting in their eyes.

Chu Zhaoyang’s gaze was literally sharp!

There were no emotions in his eyes. Calmly overlooking the crowd, he stood god-like, aloof, and remote.

Faces in the crowd changed. Those with guilty consciences felt as though they were being exposed and unable to cover their tracks.

The Yellowsand Bandits fell into a daze, his back drenched in sweat. All his toughness evaporated. In a trembling voice he cried out, ”Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!”

The only thing he could think of was to stay as far away from this monster as possible! Escape his line of sight!

No one reacted to his order. He suppressed his fear with great difficulty. He turned around, only to see his subordinates’ pale faces and their shuddering bodies as well as hear the chattering of their teeth.

The big man gave the petite man two tight slaps before the latter finally regained his senses.

”Withdraw! Everyone withdraw!”

Completely exhausted, they squeezed their way out of the crowd.

Jiao Dafeng’s face was as white as a sheet. He staggered out and the other two brothers also ran away battered and exhausted.

The harmless-looking lady was no longer at the corner by the wall.

Ai Hui was in a bizarre state of mind. He raised the silver broadsword in his hand. His movement was very slow, as if the sword he wielded was extremely heavy.

With each inch raised, there was a fragmented ray that shot into the silver sword, slightly brightening it.

Raised half way, the silver sword exploded with a loud rumble as it was no longer able to endure the power.

Ai Hui shook a little. The frightful aura that enveloped the field suddenly vanished without a trace.

Ai Hui felt the strength in his body emptying. His legs gave way as he fell onto the ground.

As if smashed by a hammer, his head started buzzing loudly. He had no control over his body and was unable to even move his fingers.

The feather-like fragmented rays that floated all over the sky disappeared together with the sinister black clouds. The skys were clear, while the sun was shining bright. It was as if the apocalyptic occurrence had just been an illusion.

When Hua Kui finally recovered from his shock, all he felt was regret. He knew that Chu Zhaoyang had failed to break through.

As he glanced through the crowd of people, his eyes almost fell out. Where is he? Where are they?

All the dangerous targets he had previously picked out were gone.

Hua Kui regained his bearings five seconds later. He turned his head and looked at Chu Zhaoyang, his gaze becoming complicated.