Why Isn't He Dead Yet?

The fierce battle raged on. In midair, countless figures darted and wheeled, while Spiritual Energy lights of every color interwove and streaked through the sky.

Aside from the few Cloud River Tier Nines, none of the remaining Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators could withstand Lu Ye for even a single exchange.

Whether Tier Seven or Tier Eight, once he found an opening, a single saber strike would leave them dead or badly wounded. Even those Cloud River Tier Nines could not endure his violently overwhelming slashes; every one of them was in a wretched state.

The number of Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators steadily dwindled.

Yet when they looked over, though Lu Ye appeared miserable, his momentum only grew stronger with every battle, as though it had no end.

The Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators shouted one after another, bolstering their own courage while encouraging the others, yet they could not escape the fate of dying one by one.

Everyone was aghast.

A huge question inevitably arose in their hearts.

Lu Yiye... why wasn't this bastard dead yet?

What gave him the right not to die?

By now, the many Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators had inflicted at least a hundred wounds on him. Under normal circumstances, he should have lost the ability to fight long ago. How could he possibly grow fiercer the longer he fought?

After another violent clash, Lu Ye stood alone in midair.

Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators surrounded him on all sides.

Lu Ye did not attack again, and the Myriad Demon Ridge side did not dare act rashly either. Each remained on guard, quietly circulating Spiritual Power as the atmosphere tightened like a drawn sword and a pulled bowstring.

He raised his eyes and swept them over the faces before him. The Crag Mountain Saber in his hand casually