e another move, a flash of snow-bright blade light came down.Raw blood mixed with rainwater splashed, the man staggered and fell headlong into the mud.A series of clangs echoed as the man blocked Lu Y...On the peak of Tiānjiàn, Lü Yè sat cross-legged, his Pán Shān Dao resting on his knee. His hands gripped the hilt, palms facing upwards. With each inhale and exhale, his mind and spirit resonated with the blade.

>It has been three days since I arrived here. The conditions I proposed to the major forces of the Wanmo Ridge have been released for five days, yet not a single cultivator from any of the Wanmo Ridge forces has appeared.

But Lu Ye's powerful perception could sense that in the surrounding darkness, several ghost cultivators were lurking.

Lu Ye originally thought these ghost cultivators were here to kill him, but now it seems unlikely. If they really wanted to kill him, they should have made their move already. He's exposed quite a few flaws in the past few days.

Of course the Wan Mo Ridge wanted to kill him.ike, he shattered the altar painstakingly crafted by the Blood Clan, causing the Blood River to collapse. The power of that strike was so great that it cleaved all the way into the heart of Da Zhi.Of...