A Daoist Begs for Atonement with a Vow to Serve, a Sincere Threat to the Service Period, Willingly Accepted

The figure was naturally Lord Wuwei, Zhao Cheng.

Back when they had fought Zhao Cheng amid the fields, he had yet to form his Golden Core. Even so, he had been able to suppress them all with his ocean-like True Essence.

Now, Zhao Cheng had already broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, with all manner of secret arts born from Sword Hut's thousand-year legacy at his command. Thus, with merely a wisp of True Essence carrying the divine intent of Ten Thousand Peaks Returning to Void, he had suppressed them all at once, leaving them unable to move.

He had not acted earlier only because he wanted to see how much the Blood-Clad Army had improved, and whether the steam cannon machines could stand against sorcerers.

Now that he had seen them, the Blood-Clad Army's progress was fairly satisfactory. The steam cannon machines, however, still had some flaws. Their power was certainly decent, but their mobility was rather limited.

Had Meng Tian not anticipated the enemy's moves, known that these Daoists would choose to take to the air, and made preparations in advance—and had these Daoists not harbored reservations—the Steam Turrets would have found it very difficult to lock onto Golden Core cultivators like them.

In other words, they were passable for ambushes, but for offense, they were still far from adequate.

He descended and stood before the few men lying prone on the ground. "Back then, you fought me to protect that corrupt official Wang Bo. When you lost, you fled far away.

"If you had never returned, I could not be bothered to pursue the matter.

"But not only did you return, you swaggered back in, as though afraid I would not know. What exactly is the meaning of this? You truly do not take anyone seriously."