Somewhere in a private residence east of the city, cries of battle shook the heavens.
This was a concealed hideout of the Pure Fragrance Cult, housing five or six of their people.
The leader was a Second Transformation martial artist wielding a long saber, its movements fierce as a tiger and alive as the wind. Even Liu Changle, always the most reckless with his fists, found it hard to get close.
All the other martial artists in the hideout had already died. Only this man remained, and he shouted unwillingly.
"When the city falls, you will all become wandering ghosts!"
"Finished with your last words? Then die."
A figure suddenly charged straight at him. He reacted quickly, drawing his saber and slashing.
But the moment his saber swung out, it was gripped tightly in the other person's hand and could not advance an inch. What followed was a plain, unadorned punch.
Pfft!
Three Refinements against Second Refinement—just one punch shattered the man's heart and lungs. He sprayed blood from his mouth and became a wandering ghost first.
Several days had passed since the traitor had been purged.
With no traitor interfering, the Pure Fragrance Cult's hideouts within the city were found one after another, then uprooted under the lead of Three Refinements martial artists.
Wei Luo and the others fought the Pure Fragrance Cult every day. He had heard that Wang Xiang had personally killed one of the cult's envoys.
As the Pure Fragrance Cult continuously lost manpower, they seemed to have been driven to desperation. They began slaughtering people throughout the city, harming no small number of commoners.
Watching Wei Luo casually deal with that man, Liu Changle could not help sighing.
"Wei Luo, you're nearly impervious to blades and spears now, aren't you?"
Wei Luo looked at the