The sword formation unleashed its fury, rich legacies awaited; strange blood was harvested, and spirits appeared (ten thousand words, please vote)

High above an uninhabited wilderness of towering mountains.

Biting astral winds churned the clouds. Sunlight spilled through their gaps, casting dappled light and shadow across the mountain forests.

It should have been a magnificent panorama of mountains and rivers, yet at that moment, an invisible force seemed to have frozen the sky.

The atmosphere was cold and congealed.

On the left, a green-robed figure stood with one hand behind his back, straight and imposing as a pine. His face was handsome, and a faint smile touched his lips, making him look rather amiable.

Yet in his right hand, he held a gray-robed corpse.

His right hand bloodied, his left behind his back, a smile on his face-

The contrast was so stark that he seemed half Buddha, half demon, a sight that set the heart pounding with dread.

Thirty zhang away on the right stood a burly cultivator, his face brutish, his build broad-backed and thick-waisted. His aura was brazen and formidable, his cultivation at the core formation early stage peak.

Yet his face was frighteningly pale.

It was the deathly pallor of someone terrified beyond measure.

He stared fixedly at the corpse in Lin Changheng's hand, his pupils contracting violently, his breathing growing labored.

Dead-

His companion was dead-

That core formation third layer cultivator who had worked with him for years and possessed considerable skills had just died like that?

And judging by the wound, he had clearly been killed in a single strike!

An almost instant kill!

Towering waves of shock surged through the burly cultivator's heart.

He considered himself formidable, with plenty of trump cards. Defeating his companion in a fight would have been easy, but killing him would have been difficult. Even if he unleashed every trump card, there would still have been a chance