"Mu Zhenbei, do you need me to remind you of the chasm between mortals and cultivators? Or do you need me to remind you of the gap between a saint and low rank cultivators? If you leave even a sliver of possibility for survival, who would be willing to kill you?"
"Noisy!"
Marquis Wucheng had already lost patience, and before his words reached Xu Yuan's ears, his sword-wielding figure had already enveloped with the power of the military array arrived before the broken silhouette.
One slash was struck.
Marquis Wucheng awaited for the opponent to enter the 'dead body' state where they couldn't use spellcraft, then to use the power of the military array to seal them eternally.
But what awaited him was only emptiness.
The sword beam added yet another bottomless trench to the earth's wounds!
At the same time, without any hesitation, all Dayan's powers above saint cultivation instantly distanced themselves from their original position in the void.
