In front of the Sword Grading Pavilion, all was silent, not a sound of birds or insects.
The black blood surged, myriad transformations converging into one. Was it all just a showy display?
It did seem like that…
However, was this the real issue?
Sure, it was flashy, but wasn't the power truly astonishing?
Where else could you find someone like Su Mo, reckless and unscrupulous, treating the Blood Transformation Divine Art with disdain?
Even Daoist Priest Cangming had to be careful when facing this move.
Moreover, this was only after they had killed too many disciples of the Nether Spring Sect. They had not completely used the method of turning black blood into one.
