Smoke and dust filled the air. Shu Qingyun lay in a deep pit, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, despair etched across his face.
After severely injuring Shu Qingyun, Huo Qubing spared him only a glance before turning his attention to the remaining warriors of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, flying towards them.
Each of his attacks signified the fall of a powerful individual.
On the battlefield, he was the hand of death itself.
Soon, the elites of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land were annihilated by him, one by one. Regardless of whether they were Semi-Emperor Martial Artists or Emperor Realm Martial Artists, they were as helpless before him as insects.
After dealing with the powerful ones, Huo Qubing, clutching his blood-soaked weapon, floated in mid-air, quietly observing the battlefield.
Next, the real training would begin!
