This Man Must Die

The Poison Spiders shrieked. Countless Poison Spiders surged toward the battlefield like a rising tide, only to come flying back as mangled corpses. The fierce blade qi ripped apart the surrounding trees, leaving broken trunks and Poison Spider corpses everywhere.

In the middle of the battlefield, a figure darted back and forth like a phantom. Each time a chilling blade flashed, several Poison Spiders were cut down. He was like a grinder, leaving nothing but mangled corpses in his wake.

Atop a tree a thousand meters away, three dark figures stood, their eyes filled with shock.

"What kind of person is this? How can he be so strong? His saber art is perfectly fluid—not a single stroke is wasted!"

"His inner force is so abundant he seems more like a Pre-Heaven expert than an actual one. Since when has there been such a terrifying powerhouse in the trial grounds? There's no one like him among the Upper Three Lineages!"

"Whatever he is, we absolutely can't let him reach the central area. The White Spirit Fruit is about to mature. We can't let him ruin our plan!"

"He has to die. We'll make our move once he's exhausted!"

The three whispered among themselves, killing intent flickering in their eyes. Then they vanished from the treetop, their figures melting into the forest.

Fang Mo also sensed that something was wrong. Poison Spiders kept coming without end, as if every Poison Spider in the forest had gathered here. But he had no time to dwell on it. He was caught up in the thrill of the slaughter, and even his blood seemed to be boiling.

Such intense combat exhilarated him. His saber art, Movement Technique, inner force, and Indestructible Vajra Body were all improving.

His inner force was draining too quickly, so he