"Ah?" The cultivator cried out in shock, utterly unable to understand why.
This man had clearly been placed under a restriction by Lord Wu. How could he still unleash such a fast, powerful slash?
Lu Ye had already kicked out. The man let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with its string severed, coughing blood in midair before crashing into a building and passing out.
"You dare!" Seeing this, the other cultivator flew into a rage and immediately moved to summon his Dao Soldier to stop Lu Ye.
Yet as Lu Ye kicked out again, this man followed in his companion's footsteps.
Clatter, clatter... Countless figures around them stirred, every one of them filled with righteous indignation.
In their own city, their companions had been injured. How could they possibly tolerate that? In an instant, figures darted in from every direction, rushing toward Lu Ye.
Lu Ye did not slow his pace. As one foot came down, Blood Light blossomed beneath it, and a Blood Sea spread outward.
Immediately afterward, cries of alarm and screams rose one after another from within the Blood Sea. Figures flew out of it like torn burlap sacks, smashing off in different directions.
The cultivators who had yet to charge into the Blood Sea froze in shock, all halting and warily staring at that roiling, writhing sea of blood, as though a monstrous beast capable of swallowing the heavens lurked within.
The Blood Sea suddenly receded again, revealing Lu Ye within. Just as before, his steps were light and unhurried. He held a saber in one hand, while the other gripped an unconscious cultivator.
He walked straight to the Central Great Hall, glanced up at it, and casually tossed the cultivator he was holding aside.
"Outrageous!" Inside the hall, the Uniting