"Let's see what gives you such confidence!"
From the Nine Heavens cultivators he had rescued, he had long since learned that his name had leaped to the top of the Foreign Realm's kill list, and they were all searching for him.
"It's time to make them bleed a little."
"Echo!"
As his words fell, a wondrous aura rippled from his body, and the space behind him immediately became like the surface of a rippling lake.
He turned and entered that tranquil lake surface, stirring ripples upon ripples. His figure was swallowed up, vanishing from the spot.
In a field of floating rocks strewn with star fragments and shrouded in a bloody haze.
A fierce battle was unfolding. A burly man wreathed in a bloody aura, his body densely covered in runes, stood in the void.
He watched the slaughter beneath him without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
His terrifying Self-Slaying might shook the void. At his feet lay a Self-Slaying cultivator with a hole through his chest and his eyes wide with fury.
"So this is all the so-called Self-Slaying cultivators of the Nine Heavens amount to. Nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs."
"The clan elders summoned me out of seclusion just for that brat. How boring!"
"I can only kill a few more Self-Slaying cultivators to amuse myself."
Chapter 298: The Wu Shang Clan
Wu Ya, a Wu Shang clansman, wore an arrogant expression as he watched the Nine Heavens cultivators before him being swiftly slaughtered like clay chickens and pottery dogs.
He spoke somewhat carelessly to the followers behind him, giving the Nine Heavens cultivators no regard whatsoever.
Hearing this, his followers naturally understood what was on his mind and immediately praised him without the slightest restraint:
"Lord Wu Ya, as one of the strongest few