urs had passed when rustling sounds came from all around. A squad of over twenty people from the Wanmo Ridge emerged nearby.This group of over twenty people wasn't too concentrated, but neither was it...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theivation level of Heavenly Eighth.As cultivators of the same rank, Heaven Stage Eight, he couldn't even withstand a single strike from his opponent.Blood gushed from the neck, the head flew off, and th...