The members of the God-Slaying Army quickly assumed their combat stances. Old Master Dao Wanqian held a stack of talismans in one hand and a sharp, cold sword in the other. The blade's edge was sharper than the ice and snow of Tianshan, and its aura of slaughter naturally condensed into being, reaching a full nine inches long!
This formless aura of slaughter caused the surrounding air to distort. Every single snowflake that brushed against it was silently split in two!
The Zhuxian Sword!
The Daoist Sect sword of slaughter!
Chapter 41