People were like wild grass.
Life was as light as a feather.
Lin Changfeng cared nothing for human life. To deal with any experts who might come from Huoyan Valley, he had long ago set up the Myriad Blood Array in the Zhenlong River region.
If anything went wrong, he would activate it at once, using the lives of countless ordinary people to temporarily raise his cultivation to the Extreme Realm.
He stood opposite Bai Cha, his blood energy surging like a vast ocean.
Behind him, thousands upon thousands of faces wailed in agony. Their features twisted, their eyes fixed on Lin Changfeng with venomous hatred.
This was the hatred and resentment of ten thousand people.
"Looks like you've long forgotten that you were once weak too, that you were once a person."
There was no point in saying more. Bai Cha stepped forward and pressed a finger to the Taiji Circle at the center of her brow.
She knew that after the Wuliang Sword Sect was destroyed, Lin Changfeng had been completely swallowed by hatred. He had long since shed all restraint.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Taiji Circle between Bai Cha's brows, which emanated black and white light, spun once and appeared in midair.
In an instant, nearly half the Zhenlong River region darkened. The sunlight overhead dimmed, and a Black Sun slowly emerged.
Black flames appeared around its edge, radiating unimaginable heat.
At the center of the Black Sun, a crescent shape appeared. On closer inspection, it was no crescent at all, but a blade of pure white light.
A single Taiji Circle contained two powerful forces.
"Heh. Sometimes, I really have to admire you, Master Bai."
"You've run into me as I am now, and you don't hide. You actually dare not to run?"