Thirty thousand cultivators from the nine great sects surged toward Xiao Mo.
Yet just as they neared their target, almost all of them slowed down as if by unspoken agreement.
There was only one man standing before them, but it felt as if an army of thousands had formed ranks in their path. An invisible pressure swept over them!
When the foremost cultivators were only two hundred zhang from Xiao Mo, he slowly lowered the vermilion Wine Gourd, then casually hung it back at his waist.
Next, he raised his hand and held his long saber upright before him, drawing it inch by inch from its sheath.
As each inch of Ink Dye emerged, endless black saber energy coiled and spread like a living thing, surging outward along the blade.
The domineering saber intent unfurled in every direction like ribbons of black silk.
At the center of it all, Blood Fiend Qi and the cutting saber energy intertwined.
With every step the cultivators took toward him, they felt the pressure of that Blood energy and saber intent grow heavier.
Cold sweat had already beaded on many brows.
Judging by his Spiritual Energy, the man was clearly only an Immortal Realm cultivator,
so how could he radiate such terrifying pressure?
"Xiao Mo! You conspired with your fellow disciples to betray us, then killed my dear friend Ding Jingyi. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Tang Beifeng, the Emperor Beast Sect's patriarch, flew forward and shouted at Xiao Mo.
"I killed him. So what?"
Xiao Mo's voice was calm. He didn't even look at Tang Beifeng, only lowering his eyes to wipe Ink Dye.
"Today, I'll make you pay for what you've done!"
Tang Beifeng's voice rang across the wilderness, brimming with fury.
Only then did Xiao Mo slowly lift