The wind howled bleakly, and snow drifted thickly.
The battle-hungry men raised the long swords and broadswords in their hands once more.
Once again, a brutal slaughter erupted atop the Kunlun Ruins.
Apart from Zhong Wuyan, who had already died, six people on the Changbai Sword Sect's side still retained their combat strength. Among those six, Nangong Yanqing was the strongest.
The Dragon Slaying Squad had its original members Wen Ruo Ruo, Tu Xin, and Qin Han, along with their senior brother Wu Shanji, who had taken on the role of leader, plus Li Mu Yang, who had later been dragged into the group by force. The two sides were evenly matched in numbers—
But their strength was worlds apart.
The Changbai Sword Sect had one major problem: everyone kept their cards close to their chest.
Those surnamed Zhong were naturally the Sect Master's direct descendants and the core of the Changbai Sword Sect. They enjoyed the most profound cultivation arts, the most miraculous pills, the most comfortable and suitable spiritual mountains and blessed grottoes for cultivation, and the strongest master-disciple inheritances—
Thus, it was only natural that these people were powerful, standing at the very top of the food chain in the independent kingdom known as the Changbai Sword Sect.
As for those disciples who had no chance of taking the Zhong surname, they had to exhaust their minds and use every means imaginable to fight for a cultivation art, a pill, or a good master. If they performed well, they might receive a boon from above. They might even become members of the Zhong clan.
Take the Seven Changbai Sons, whom Li Mu Yang had wiped out.
They had not originally been surnamed Zhong, but were granted the Zhong surname later on.
If they performed poorly, or if