The Situation

Clang!!

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and flicked with his index finger.

Thick true essence gathered at his fingertip and struck the tip of the sword with precision. The lightning-fast flying sword seemed to have been struck by thunder. A crisp crack rang out as the blade split apart, bursting into dozens of fragments on the spot.

"Curse!"

He turned his right hand over and pinched one of the fragments between his thumb and index finger.

Black cursed aura flowed through his body before finally gathering at his fingertips and traveling along the shattered blade toward the flying sword's owner.

A scream came from the forest. The sword cultivator hidden in the mountains fell out, clutching his head with both hands as he rolled desperately across the ground.

Black aura emerged from his chest like chains, its long black tail coiling around his neck. The savage half-ethereal skull gave a light inhale, and the rolling sword cultivator's face visibly turned pale. In the blink of an eye, he became a withered skeleton, turned into fertilizer for the mountains.

"Senior Brother He!!"

Several cries of alarm sounded from the shadows as dozens of figures flew out. Their faces were full of hatred as they stared at Chen Luo, radiating an air of utter determination to face death.

"Let's fight him to the death!"

"We swear to live and die with the sect!"

The leader formed a hand seal with one hand, and a golden flying sword shot out from behind him. His aura spilled forth—he was actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator! The rest were all Core Formation sword cultivators as well. With so many sword cultivators willing to risk their lives gathered together, even a Soul Transformation Cultivator would suffer a hidden loss if caught off guard.

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