"Who says it isn't!"
Another man didn't even have time to lower his raised cup. Eyes hazy, he chimed in, "For people as noble as us to come to this spiritually barren planet is bullshit. Who doesn't know this place used to be our slaughterhouse!"
"Hahaha! That's right, that's right. At best this is just a practice ground, a total waste of everyone's time."
The crowd echoed him; that word "slaughterhouse" obviously stroked their vanity.
"Come, come, drink, drink."
One of them downed a cup of wine and was about to keep talking.
But just as he opened his mouth, a streak of red light flashed before his eyes, and in the instant before he died, he saw his own blood spraying into the air.
Everyone was startled and instantly roused all the spiritual power in their bodies.
Unfortunately, defense of that level happened to be utterly useless.
Shadows flickered in front of them, blood sprayed, flesh flew.
Saber light, torn flesh, spurting blood, screams...
