Star Picking Peak.
The sun shone brightly. It was scorching hot, but it still could not drive the clouds shrouding the peak away.
With its mouth open wide, a dragon descendant made of thick clouds roared in the sky, emanating a powerful Spirit Pressure.
The Daoist priests watching were all shocked by the sight.
Some of them closed their fists excitedly.
They saw hope, the hope of the Daoist School defeating the monstrous man that had come.
From Nie Changqing's cleaving the Daoist School's main gate open to his reaching the summit of Star Picking Peak, the Daoist School appeared to be very fragile in Nie Changqing's eyes. Their bite seemed to be a lot worse than their bark.
Even the formation that made use of Qi and blood created by the Daoist School's philosopher failed to resist Nie Changqing's butcher knife.
The Daoist School's elder, head of the formation, had even been decapitated by Nie Changqing in the end.
