A chance one might not see even once in a lifetime—how could they let it pass by?
They had thought they would witness a one-sided slaughter.
A False Core cultivator—the single word "Core" was enough to crush every Purple Mansion cultivator.
Though he could not compare to a true Golden Core True Lord, dealing with a Purple Mansion cultivator should have been as easy as taking something from his pocket, shouldn't it?
But who could have imagined this scene?
Tang Si, the False Core patriarch of the Jade Water Alliance, had actually been reduced to... such a miserable state by a Purple Mansion cultivator?
The energy storm slowly dispersed, and the light gradually dimmed.
Jiang Tian stood with his sword in hand. Several scorch marks left by lightning had appeared on his robes, yet his posture remained straight as a pine.
He did not lower his guard. His gaze remained fixed on the heart of the explosion, while the Dao Seeker Sword in his hand gave off a low hum, black radiance still flowing endlessly across its blade.
Although that strike had landed, the azure lightning cage trapping him had merely shaken violently. It had not collapsed outright.
That meant Tang Si was not dead yet.
But Jiang Tian had never expected to kill a False Core cultivator with a single strike anyway.
As the light fully faded, Tang Si's figure reappeared before everyone's eyes.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
Tang Si's upper garment had vanished, revealing muscles as burly as cast bronze and forged iron.
Yet those muscles were now covered in dense sword wounds, crisscrossing each other, deep enough to reveal bone.
The edges of every wound glimmered with an eerie black-and-white radiance, preventing them from healing.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Tang Si bent over and coughed violently,