Countless Jian Wuchens filled the sky. The first assumption was that they were afterimages, but these afterimages all moved and attacked at the same time, unleashing endless killing intent. Sword-light sliced the world into pieces.

Jian Wuchen’s cold voice rang out. “You can die now. This is my self-created Hundred Turn Thousand Death Art. Every single one of these figures contains my attack power. Just how will you block them?”

The fact that Jian Wuchen had been able to create such a move caused quite a few expressions to change. It was no wonder he was considered a peerless heavenly genius. His talent in the Sword Dao was amazing to be able to create such a terrifying move.

Every cultivator walked in the footsteps of their predecessors, and they cultivated their predecessors’ magical arts. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to create their own, but creating a technique superior to their ancestors’ was too difficult.

How many geniuses had appeared...