When Ning Xiaochuan had been at the fourth level of the Earth Venerable Realm, he had already been able to overpower experts at the seventh level. Now, no one knew how many times his cultivation had risen. Even taking the enemy commander's head amid a host of thousands would be as easy as reaching into his pocket.
Once one's cultivation reached Ning Xiaochuan's current realm, overwhelming numbers were useless. No matter how many ordinary martial artists came, they would only serve as practice targets for his sword.
Ning Xiaochuan's body was wrapped in a thick mass of blood qi. The blood qi seeped through his pores into his blood vessels, where it was devoured by the Demon Sword.
The power within him continued to grow, and his aura grew stronger by the moment.
Cui Yan had already been scared witless by Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan truly was a ruthless man. He had killed more than a thousand martial artists without even blinking.
He was a devil! "Everyone, retreat! Ning Xiaochuan is trying to use the Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb our blood qi and help himself break through his martial realm." Cui Yan knew that overwhelming numbers were completely useless against someone of Ning Xiaochuan's level, so he immediately ordered a retreat.
But Ning Xiaochuan was at the critical moment of breaking through. How could he let them go? "Since you've already come to the Imperial City, do you still think you can leave?" Ning Xiaochuan's gaze locked onto Cui Yan in the crowd. His body flickered, and he vanished from the surface of the river.
"Whoosh!"
Cui Yan saw only a streak of seven-colored light flash before him. Ning Xiaochuan's hand was already clamped around his head, while the blood in his body rushed upward and poured into