"True Martial Practitioners... True Martial Practitioners!"
"In barely a dozen years, they've driven us into such straits... these mortals all deserve to die!"
Banqiao City was a small city far from Great Sui's imperial capital.
Atop its walls.
Disheveled, bedraggled cultivators stood in the gaps between the battlements, gazing at the dense crowds surging toward them from the distance and the Dragon Transformation Pool in the sky.
Their eyes were filled with despair and rage.
Their despair came from the sheer number of these True Martial Practitioners, who had risen so swiftly from mortals. There were so many that their scalps crawled, and they could barely summon the will to fight back or resist.
Their rage came from being cultivators, yet being chased and beaten by mortals without Spiritual Roots or knowledge of Daoist arts, forced to retreat into this city and hold out. Such humiliation was something no cultivator could accept.
"They only slipped in because we were fighting the Myriad Gods Kingdom with all our strength and neglected our rear. That hardly makes them formidable!"
A cultivator muttered resentfully.
But such words were ultimately nothing more than self-deceiving comfort.
The cultivators on the walls had all witnessed these True Martial Practitioners' ferocity and astonishing numbers. Some had even experienced firsthand the helplessness of being surrounded by them, so they merely shook their heads helplessly at these words.
"One on one, these True Martial Practitioners are naturally no match for us. One of us can even handle several of them. But they outnumber us dozens, even hundreds to one! And their numbers are still growing..."
"Every mortal without Spiritual Roots or resources is a potential recruit. Never mind the Myriad Gods Kingdom tying us down-even without them, even without the Dragon Transformation Pool's rebellion, we would be absolutely no