Amid the tumultuous heavens and earth.
Su Yi charged forward with his sword. Though he was alone, he gave off an overwhelming, invincible presence that blanketed the entire battlefield.
At this moment, he was truly too domineering—looking down upon all beneath heaven with wild abandon.
What was a sword cultivator?
Decisive in slaughter, fierce and ever-advancing!
One could be a Sword Demon, a Sword Fiend, a Sword Saint, a Sword God, a Sword Immortal, a Sword Buddha...
But at the end of the day, all were sword cultivators!
They cultivated the supreme path of the sword, sought unfettered freedom, and severed the bonds of grudges and karma!
It had been a long time since Su Yi had fought to his heart's content.
Ever since entering the God Capital Star Realm, he had been led around by the nose by one grievance and dispute after another.
From his homeland of Ten Thousand Willow City, to the battle at Jiekong Temple, to forging his sword at the God Crafting Workshop... behind every event lay grudges and vendettas, an endless tangle of strife.
Those departed spirits regarded him as a public enemy.
Those enemies from the past longed to trample him beneath their feet.
All sorts of troublesome matters came rushing at him one after another.
Su Yi had long since grown sick of it all.
Having enemies throughout the world was naturally no small delight.
But when most of those enemies were a buzzing mass of characters like flies, it undoubtedly spoiled the mood.
Especially when those flies were all being used by that Old Yin Bastard, the Tailor—it was even more repulsive.
And today, Su Yi intended to use this battle to establish his might, using the lives and fresh blood of these Feathered Ascension figures to kill a chicken before