"Who exactly are you? We've never wronged you, either in the past or now. Why would you shoot arrows from hiding and attack us for no reason?
Speak! Who ordered you to do something so vile and shameless?"
Ying Ming Hao stood in the wild forest, an icy chill radiating from his body. His expression was so dark it seemed water might drip from it, and his knuckles whitened as he clenched the Burial Life Blade in his hand.
The blade was crimson as blood, its edge gleaming with a sinister chill. The dense Spiritual Power unique to a Fifth-Grade Perfected Divine Weapon flowed through it. Even resting motionless in his palm, it exuded a pressure that could shatter hearts and courage, its blade aura forcing the surrounding air to warp slightly.
With his current strength at the peak body integration realm and his heaven-defying reserves, Ying Ming Hao had been entirely confident he could expend the effort to refine the Burial Life Blade again and raise it to a higher grade.
But each increase in a divine weapon's grade brought an exponential rise in the natural treasures and personal Spiritual Power it needed to consume. After weighing the matter repeatedly, he knew that the perfected fifth-grade Burial Life Blade was already peerlessly sharp and suited his combat strength. Forcing another upgrade would cost more than it gained and squander his reserves.
At this moment, with swords drawn and bows bent, Ye Hua took a graceful step beside him and spoke softly in warning, her voice laden with worry she could not conceal:
"Junior Brother, you must be extra careful! Their cultivation is far from low. If things really take a turn for the worse, don't hesitate. Find a way to escape first. As for me... don't worry. I'll