Jiang Ding silently watched the maids' struggles and flights, refraining from taking action.
"A Nascent Soul Immortal, able to strike under Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's Causal Skill, slaughtering in all directions, unaffected?"
This would cause many to have unsavory thoughts.
This world had seen the advent of a Great Sun Swordsman; the first wave of unequal information advantage was lost. High-level Cultivators were all cunning and wise, and one could not hope that they would overlook these details, or attribute it to luck.
Once exposed,
whether Jiang Ding would die was unknown; after all, he had some experience with Concealment and had a way out.
But as for these maids, they were likely to all perish, having drawn the enmity of foes beyond their own level. No matter how skilled they were in the Army Formation, it would be useless.
In the future, they could avenge themselves and slay their enemies; they would not die in vain, but that was all.
Those who died, were just dead.
