In the blink of an eye,
over a dozen Qi Practitioners at the peak of their practice exploded from their spot, fleeing in all directions.
For those at the Foundation Building stage and Sword Cultivators, going up against them was sheer suicide, completely useless.
"Damn it!"
"How could the Eastern Devil School possibly have Foundation-building Sword Cultivators?! Aren't they their sworn enemies?"
The young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes roared in his heart and, without any hesitation, burst forth with his essence blood to escape at a much faster speed than the others.
The azure Sword-light crisscrossed in the sky, piercing through the throats and chests of the Qi Practitioners, shields helpless, defensive artifacts useless, without any distinction.
After three or four breaths, other than the twenty-odd Qi Practitioners who had fled beyond a kilometer, all the others were slain, their bodies falling one after the other.
