From Ji City came the loud shout of Yan Dan again, "You are merely a bunch of fools who swarm as flies for good, shamelessly seeking personal gain. How dare you plot a revolt? Do you really think that I, Yan Dan, am a dead man? Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" The seven 'kill' cries resounded like the roaring of thunder. Among the several cultivators who were now fighting each other above Ji City, twenty-one Human Immortals of peak Gold Core realm were killed by Yan Dan alone with a sword, slicing them into sixty-three pieces of dead meat.
Then, he gave a sonorous laugh, pointed his finger out and unleashed twenty-one streams of greenish-white airflow, wiping out the tiny bit of divine sense hiding within the Gold Cores that just escaped from the bodies of dead Human Immortals. Then, it transformed into a series of twisted runes and sealed off these Gold Cores, before he placed them all into his storage bracelet.
