Silence!
That voice, ringing out so suddenly, startled the four of them into swiftly drawing together.
Another stretch of silence followed.
"Gulp—"
Thin Bamboo Pole swallowed hard, then said in some terror, "I can't sense any aura at all. Big Dog... what do your birds say?"
Big Dog: "...Within a thousand meters, there isn't a single human figure."
When One-Blade Liu heard this, he swept the long saber in his hand crosswise and called out in a loud voice.
"Your Excellency, you and I have no grudges or enmity. If these things have caught your eye, then this Liu will gift them to you. How about we make friends?"
"Friends? This Wang wouldn't dare claim such a thing."
A ripple stirred through the air, right in front of Big Dog.
Terrifying cold spread. One icicle spike after another thrust up from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they strung the three Qi Refining Late Stage cultivators into candied hawthorns. That sour, refreshing sensation had not the slightest trace of humanity to speak of.
One-Blade Liu abruptly leaped up, turned back, and swept his saber across.
The Blade Aura Wang Yu knew all too well came cleaving toward him, and it also stirred up his hatred. It was precisely this move that had made him lose his left arm in agony for many years, only recovering after he went to Gui Ling.
The Frost Moon Wings spread, cold light flashing.
With speed pushed to the extreme, he crossed several dozen meters like a flicker and kicked One-Blade Liu into the ground.
The earth cracked open like a spider web.
"You... who exactly are you?"
With just this one strike, One-Blade Liu felt as if his organs and spine had all snapped. He could not sense the existence of