Beneath Dark Moon Lake, under the underground river.
Rogue Cultivators faced off against Shen Weijun of the Wuliang Sword Sect's Divine Might Army.
Dozens of powerful auras tugged and clashed, and the surrounding river water seemed ready to freeze solid.
"What, you're not happy?"
Jian Twelve turned around and gripped his sword hilt for the first time. His soul power stirred, but his manner remained utterly unruffled.
"You want to fight me? You're asking to die!"
He was already growing somewhat impatient.
In his eyes, these Rogue Cultivators were nothing but cannon fodder for the Divine Might Army. Yet now this cannon fodder dared to resist, refusing to accept their fate. It was nothing short of treason.
He was angry.
Vmmm!
The instant Jian Twelve gripped his sword, an indescribable killing intent surged from him like a tidal wave.
Gurgle, gurgle!
Gurgle, gurgle!
As the killing intent spread, the pitch-black river began to boil. Strange creatures hidden in the water shrieked one after another, then disintegrated, completely ground to nothing by that killing intent.
To become a commander in the Wuliang Sword Sect's Divine Might Army, Jian Twelve had once been a genius of the Wuliang Sword Sect. His martial cultivation was nothing short of earth-shaking.
Crack, crack!
Crack, crack!
In an instant, the Rogue Cultivators across from him began to tremble violently, as if mountains had been piled onto their backs and were about to crush their spines.
That wasn't all. Invisible strands of Sword Qi filled the river, easily slicing through their skin and flesh and leaving countless tiny wounds.
Drops of red seeped from the cuts, adding a second color to the black river.
Thud, thud, thud!
Suddenly, a series of heavy footsteps rang out. The Sword Qi and crushing pressure surrounding the Rogue Cultivators immediately vanished.