No sooner had the thought arisen than a tremendous pressure descended from the heavens. Caught off guard, the Blood Race cultivator's body went limp, and he nearly collapsed. He hurriedly shouted, "Fellow Daoist Li!"
It was not just him. The other Blood Race cultivators felt the same. The Blood Sea, which had only just stabilized, began to churn violently again, almost on the verge of falling apart.
Lu Ye said, "Sorry, sorry. It's my first time using this Sacred Convergence Art, so I'm still a little unpracticed."
Though he spoke words of apology, he had already arrived before that Blood Race cultivator. The Crag Mountain Saber rose, empowered by the Twin Peaks Sharp Spirit Pattern, then fell in a single stroke.
Almost at the same moment Lu Ye made his move, the Clone abruptly revealed himself behind another Blood Race cultivator. Countless Sword Qi surged from the Sword Gourd, rapidly converging into a streak of dazzling sword light that shot toward the man's heart from behind.
The immense Blood Sea churned even more violently.
The auras of two lives were snuffed out almost simultaneously.
The remaining three Blood Race cultivators vaguely sensed something, but with their Sacred Nature suppressed and the Blood Sea in turmoil, they could not accurately determine what had happened.
That Sacred Seed was still shouting, "Fellow Daoist, please withdraw your Sacred Nature at once!"
Lu Ye's voice drifted over from elsewhere. "I'm withdrawing it, I'm withdrawing it. Stay calm!"
As another saber strike fell, a short cry rang out from the Clone's side. In such a close-range assassination, the Clone's methods were inferior to the main body's. There had been a slight slip-up, but it was no great matter.
The Sacred Seed Blood Race cultivator finally realized something was wrong and cried out, "What are you