"I, Blood Disciple Hand, came here only to tell you one thing.
From this day forth, revise all the records within your sects. Our Mysterious Yin Cult is one of the Four Great Demonic Cults—strike Asura Hall from your lists!"
Blood Disciple Hand infused his voice with spiritual power, leaving the weaker cultivators below the gorge dizzy and disoriented.
Everyone suddenly understood. So he had come here specifically to show off.
"If you've got the guts, go brag at the foot of Shushan Mountain~"
Someone muttered under their breath.
"Exactly. Why come to this low-level secret realm to flaunt your presence?"
"Isn't this just bullying people?"
"Preying on the weak—what kind of things are these Evil Cultivators?"
"Pfft—!!"
The few who had muttered suddenly spat blood and were hurled away by an immense force.
It was not only those few; many people around them were implicated as well.
"If you have something to say, why not say it out loud?"
Blood Disciple Hand said coldly.
Seeing this, the sects of those people were furious but dared not speak. They hastily tended to their injured disciples.
"If any of you refuse to accept this, step forward and exchange a few moves with me. Let me see what you're capable of!"
Ninety percent of those gathered in Purple Cloud Gorge were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
The remaining ten percent were Senior Brothers leading their sects' teams, Young Elders, or elders from their clans.
The fact that these people had taken on this assignment meant their strength was hardly outstanding.
After all, this was merely a secret realm suited to Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. Who could have imagined that Blood Disciple Hand would come here?
For no other reason than to show off.
Now, facing Blood Disciple Hand, none of them even dared