The End of the Yin-Yang Dao Field

Everyone around them froze at those words. Who was the villain here, exactly?

The people of Heaven's Selection Organization knew themselves well enough. What they did could never stand the light of day, and they were notorious in the deeper reaches of the Night Mist World.

Even they felt their organization had nothing to do with justice.

They walked in the depths of darkness. Every time they opened their scarlet eyes to hunt, fear swept ahead of them.

But now, they felt they had met one of their own.

The man wielding a white-bone Exotic Metal Blade was unstoppable. With every swing, blood sprayed, and another expert fell dead at his feet.

He hacked apart yet another well-known elderly cultivator.

"How dare a firefly's glow compete with the bright moon?"

Could an upstanding person say something with quite that flavor? Meng Zhiyu, Zhou Tian, and the others were used to it. Whenever their sixth brother spoke gently, he never sounded like a good man.

Not far away, Jiang Xiyi, Yan Chuan, Yun Nixue, and the others stared in a daze. Wasn't Great Sage Zheng Guang also known as the Supreme Good Grandmaster?

Just then, a huge crimson dragon flew over. As it hovered high above, its oppressive presence turned towering ridges to magma in an instant and dyed the ground red.

To certain civilizations of the Night Mist World, the creature before them was a Sacred Dragon.

Qin Ming disagreed.

"You overgrown lizard. You have no manners, spewing filth everywhere."

Qin Ming became one with his blade and streaked across the sky too fast for anyone to react. The crimson dragon was no easy opponent. It formed a Dragon Domain around itself, thousands of divine patterns crisscrossing to turn the area into a deadly trap.

But when that heaven-shaking blade