"Swish, swish" — the sound of footsteps suddenly rose in the fields, echoing intermittently.
Dark silhouettes continuously let out chilling "kekeke" laughter as they surrounded and attacked Ye Xuan from all directions.
"You came just in time! I shall use the blood of you ants to cleanse my long sword, sharpening my indomitable spirit! In the path of Martial Arts, I shall press forward courageously, never ceasing until death."
Ye Xuan slightly raised his eyebrows, a serious expression appearing on his handsome face. The gleam in his eyes suddenly darkened, becoming extremely cold as he locked onto one Cultivator wielding a long sword.
"Thirty-one at the Golden Core Early Stage, and one nearing the Golden Core Middle Stage. The Tang Clan in Western Sichuan has really outdone itself, just to kill one Ye Xuan!"
