Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys If the Grand Sky Coalition side noticed Lu Ye’s weakness, it was only natural that the enemy side would notice it as well.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Whatever happened was also all thanks to Li Baxian’s wisdom to first placate Yan Xing by promising to meet again to settle their score.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Li Baxian suddenly realized that Lu Ye might just be a Fifth-Order who had survived this war because of everyone trying to protect him, but he did not let all that dull his instincts at all.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “I am Lu Ye of the Crimson Blood Sect and I hereby issue this challenge to all those of similar rank to me: come fight me!”
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys When Yan Xing heard that Li Baxian had finally left the Devoted Ones’ outpost, he knew his chance had arrived. He came early and hid himself. Lo and behold, his vigil did not turn out to be fruitless. Li Baxian did indeed come.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Most considered the breed of Combat Cultivators specialized in the use of swords as a peculiar sort. Hence the epithet of all Combat Cultivators of this kind: blade-freaks. Yet despite whatever disdain or disapproval others might have of them and their eccentricities, no one would dare make the foolish mistake of underestimating them. Blade-freaks were known to be capable of defeating even enemies that outrank them and that made…
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys First came a bang. Wei Yang smashed through the flaming serpent like a battering ram on a rampage, reducing it into a fiery burst of cinders. That did not reduce her speed at all; she raced past the Spell Cultivator who fired the flaming serpent and was gone with slivers of her black luminescent aura ebbing in her wake. The Spell Cultivator, still hovering in mid-air, stiffened before a…
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As the jet of obsidian rays exacted chaos and pandemonium amongst the ranks of the Thousand Demon Ridge invaders besieging the Turbulent Watch outpost, the legate-in-charge of the outpost saw their chance for a counterattack. Loudly, he rallied his men, “DEACTIVATE THE FORCE FIELD! ATTACK!”
