Mountain rain drove down in haste, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
In midair, a Golden Core master stood with his hands behind his back, coldly admiring his subordinates' massacre of the black market. Though there were rules everywhere forbidding violence in black markets, so what? When had the Demonic Sect ever cared about rules?
"Ants dare strike at the Sacred Sect? Courting death."
More than a dozen Foundation Establishment Demonic Sect disciples chased down the black market's low-level Rogue Cultivators through the rain, like Fierce Beasts toying wantonly with prey already in their grasp.
The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator looked up at the sky.
"Strange. Why is this rain getting heavier? And this thunder..."
Rumble—!
A thunderclap exploded almost beside his ear, startling him badly. Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure appearing behind him in an instant! Not good! An enemy ambush!
His back tensed and his scalp went numb, as though he had been targeted by a Fierce Beast. At the critical moment, he twisted aside.
Whoosh...!
A sharp blade glowing with chilling light fell almost before the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's eyes, grazing the tip of his nose. Time seemed to freeze. He could smell the metal on that blade as it tore through the air, sweeping past his nose and belly...
Unfortunately, it had not killed him in a single stroke. All one could say was that people's vigilance varied.
Bai Yujun, clad in armor, continuously unleashed blade techniques—chopping, slashing, shaving, and thrusting—launching several attacks in the blink of an eye!
Two figures fought in the rain-veiled sky. The occasional Blade Light that leaked out instantly cleaved apart several Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators. The Demonic Sect disciples who had just been flaunting their ferocity scattered in flight, only to soon