"Again, found it."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself as an Azure Flying Sword cut through the air, piercing into the side of a huge rock and sinking several meters into the soil.
Dozens of armor-piercing shells enhanced with magic immediately followed.
Boom!
A Late Foundation Establishment cultivator emerged from the crater, a small yellow hill appearing above his head; his body covered in dirt, his clothes torn, and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"You little rat, seeking your own death!"
His face contorted with resentment as he charged toward Jiang Ding.
An earthy yellow Flying Sword shot out, leaving a trail of light in its wake. Enraged, it had enough power to slay Mid-stage Foundation Building cultivators, and none of the exceptional disciples from Xianmen Sect would withstand it; the disparity in realms was just too great.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
