Liang Muqiu was Meng Zhao's woman, deeply favored by him. A single word from her might directly help an expert break past their limits, or cause a powerful figure to go into hiding, never to receive Meng Zhao's aid again.
Thus, these people, who had once been considered local tyrants in the Jianghu Martial Arts World, now had to humble themselves before Liang Muqiu.
Being inferior in martial skill was one matter; suppression by power and status was another. Most crucially, they hoped to obtain Meng Zhao's assistance.
As for slaughter, those who had cultivated martial arts to such a level had no small amount of blood on their hands. Naturally, they felt no psychological burden.
As this batch of Great Perfection of Innate Realm experts joined the fray, the battle within the manor became even more one-sided.
Elsewhere, Liang Muqiu transformed into a long saber, her saber qi surging forth. The sky was dyed a jade-green hue, gentle yet lacking none of its sharpness.
With a clang, a crimson gleam occupying half the heavens collided violently with the jade-green long saber. Fierce residual force swept wildly through heaven and earth, in every direction, stirring up a vast and mighty spectacle.
The rumbling sound of earth being bulldozed rang without end. Nearly half the buildings on the western side of the manor were reduced to fragments by the shockwave of that strike and collapsed with a crash!
The crimson gleam revealed itself, hovering in midair. An endless stream of Worldly Power transformed into a mass of crimson divine radiance, shining over the man's body.
He wore a white robe and had a tall, slender frame. A three-foot beard hung beneath his chin, making him appear lean and refined. His features were handsome, his brows relaxed; at first glance, he was