"The weakest among you is truly your generation. It's useless. You have extraordinary combat techniques but lack the courage of blood. Why did some of you hesitate and panic at the final collision?"
The Immortal Road, the Esoteric Buddhism, and the Newborn Road all had Elder-level figures reprimanding them.
"Are you bean sprouts in a greenhouse? If you don't take them out to practice, you don't know how weak they are!"
Some people quietly reminded not to criticize too harshly, as back in their days, these old folks weren't as good as the young disciples they see now.
The night sky was filled with flying mounts diving down again, bringing with them fierce gusts of wind and accompanied by the cold gleam of metal.
Qin Ming held his Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in hand, his gaze like lightning. With a swish, he split a flying beast akin to a bat in two, its rider also halved by the blade light.
