Chu Xisheng's Rune Blood Refinement Saber was already back in its sheath.
In many people's eyes, he seemed never to have drawn it at all. He had merely taken one step forward, and those five men had fallen dead.
In the distance, Lu Chen and the others wore grave expressions, each gripping a weapon, silent in thought.
Chu Xisheng's saber was fast, and his strength exceeded their expectations.
They could continue surrounding and attacking him, but the price they paid would be more devastating than they could imagine.
A single moment of carelessness might even leave them dead at Chu Xisheng's hands.
Corpse Dog Li Manshan tightly clenched his gold-thread-gloved hand, then relaxed it again.
He badly wanted to test Chu Xisheng's saber and see just what realm his saber techniques had reached, while using the opportunity to hone his own fist techniques and Martial Intent.
The problem was that this was not the right time.
Li Manshan had come bearing an important mission from his sect: to seize this Ninth-Rank Secret Realm, which could produce large quantities of spirit herbs each year and could also be used for corpse refinement. He absolutely could not fall here before then.
He had to preserve himself and proceed with the utmost caution.
At that moment, another burst of fireworks erupted in Chu Xisheng's field of vision.
This time, the increase in Martial Dao Points was rather substantial, rising from 9 to 24.
A smile played at his lips as he continued forward.
Chu Xisheng had already withdrawn his Yazi Saber Intent, yet in everyone's eyes, his presence was even more overbearing, wild and domineering!
He approached step by step, bearing down like a mountain.
The group of ninth-rank Martial Cultivators ahead wore dark expressions, their auras icy.
They all held their weapons,