The sky directly above Bloodrock Market was forcibly torn apart by a blood-red warship thirty zhang long.
The vast divine might of a Core Formation cultivator thundered down from beneath the warship, devoid of any immortal propriety, smashing straight into the muddy main street below. Thousands of rogue cultivators who usually lived with their lives on the blade's edge were instantly crushed by the terrifying pressure. Great swathes of people had their knees buckle, dropping to their knees with thuds before collapsing into the foul, black sludge.
The hundreds upon hundreds of low-level Qi Refinement cultivators fared even worse. Before they could even cry out, their internal organs were shattered by the pressure. They spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood and died face-down in the muddy water.
The barrier between immortals and mortals was laid bare to its utmost at that moment. Great cultivators stood high above in the clouds, looking down upon mortal creatures as though the people below were livestock awaiting slaughter.
In midair, the Azure Firmament Sword Sect's envoy wore a face layered in icy frost. Standing atop a broad flying sword that flashed with supreme-grade fiery radiance, he slowly descended toward the center of the grand formation. Without a single superfluous gesture, his incomparably vigorous Golden Core true essence carried his voice and brutally smashed it into the eardrums of everyone below.
This was the overbearing judgment of a mighty figure from the lofty cultivation world, a judgment that left no path to survival. The situation instantly tightened to the brink of collapse.
The Lord of Black Mud City, who had been attending the envoy all along, hunched his back as his eyes darted wildly in their sockets. He hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his hands, lowered himself as much as possible, and put on a