A figure suddenly emerged from the distant mist. His presence was overwhelming, and as he walked, the mist rolled away around him. His expression was cold and stern, almost cruel. Dressed in black and holding a black sword, he was wreathed in a dense black glow.
The black-robed cultivator's sudden arrival threw the Dragon Clan's resting place into chaos. Many cultivators recognized the demon-like man. He was not only bloodthirsty, but could also devour others' primordial spirits to sustain his own spiritual power.
Luo Hou's clone wore a cold smile. His body streaked across the sky like a shooting star, pouncing on the Dragon Clan cultivators, who had yet to assemble into ranks.
Slaughter. The aura of slaughter gathered around him, as if it were burning Black Flame. Its deep chill pierced straight through the weaker cultivators, freezing their limbs solid and devouring their primordial spirits.
Slaughter. His emotionless eyes flashed with a sharp glint, brimming with killing intent. Some cultivators were overwhelmed by it, their minds collapsing until they even turned on their own companions.
Slaughter. Black Sword Light surged from the long sword in his hand. With a casual sweep, severed limbs flew through the air, blood sprayed, and miserable wails mingled with helpless groans.
The Dragon Clan cultivators fled in panic. Fear seeped into the heart of every last one of them.
A cultivator covered in scales fled in terror. Suddenly, pain stabbed through his back. As he looked down, a streak of crystalline light pierced through his chest. He felt his blood gush from the wound as his body drifted backward. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His vision darkened until, at last, his body tilted and fell from the sky. Even as he died, he could not understand why Heaven had sent