One human sword cultivator after another shed their armor, casting aside their complete suits inscribed with the Supreme Annihilation Formation. Each walked onto an arena with only a sword and headed toward a fully armed prodigy of the immortal race or divine path.
For their own Sword Dao!
The sword cultivators who chose to enter the Blood Redemption Arena made up eighty percent of them all.
The remaining sword cultivators gripped their sword hilts and said nothing.
No one mocked them. Every sword cultivator had only their own Sword Dao; apart from that, they had nothing.
Those who did not step into the arena were not necessarily cowards. Perhaps they felt they had not accumulated enough. Perhaps they did not accept this kind of arena combat. Perhaps they had other ideas... Every sword cultivator was an independent life of the Sword Dao. They had no need to follow another person's thinking in every respect, no need to fit in.
"Kill!"
"Fellow Daoist, please..."
Across arena after arena, killing intent surged, blood spilled, and furious roars rang out. Life and death appeared without cease.
Some of that blood belonged to gods and immortal-race cultivators; some belonged to human sword cultivators. Death could come at any moment. There was nothing strange about it.
"So this is..."
Big Dipper Supreme, Hehuan Dao Lord, and the others drew a soft breath and silently watched the sword cultivators.
They had no intention of joining this kind of battle. It was not compulsory in the first place; everything was voluntary.
"Eighty percent of the sword cultivators chose a sword duel."
"In their terms, would this be what the ancient sages described as an age governed by virtue?"
Hehuan Dao Lord's voice was soft and alluring, sending a tingling sensation through the air like a fingertip scratching