Among the distant mountains and rivers.
Thirty-six snow-bright blades stood guard over a hundred-zhang stretch of empty sky, their gleaming edges flashing with a piercing cold light beneath the heavens.
They formed a cage of blades, suffused with the aura of the Great Dao of Judgment, blotting out the sky and sun.
Tao Qianqiu was trapped within.
His hair hung loose and disheveled, his face ashen as iron. He rasped, "Cui Chang'an, the Profound Abyss Alliance bears no grudge against the Cui Family. Why are you trying to kill me?"
Not far away, Cui Chang'an raised a hand and beckoned.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The thirty-six blades rang clear, abruptly converging into a long, narrow blade shaped like a waning moon before streaking into Cui Chang'an's hand.
Only then did Cui Chang'an speak. "What do you mean, no grudge? You intend to deal with Old Blind Man, while my Cui Family intends to protect him. We were enemies from the start."
Tao Qianqiu's expression changed drastically. "Is the Cui Family not afraid of angering my Master?"
"Your Master?" Cui Chang'an said blandly. "Heh. A bastard who betrayed his own sect—does he deserve to make me afraid?"
As he spoke, he reached out and pressed downward.
Boom!
Terrifying power of the Great Dao came crashing down like an ancient divine mountain, effortlessly pinning Tao Qianqiu to the ground and completely sealing away all his cultivation.
Cui Chang'an then stepped forward, grabbed Tao Qianqiu, and turned to return.
With his cultivation, dealing with someone like Tao Qianqiu, who was at the Great Perfection of the Profound Illumination Realm Early Stage, could not have been easier.
"Cui Chang'an!! Our sect's Grandmaster once bestowed a great favor upon your Cui Family, and just last night, it was the cultivation power left behind by our Grandmaster