Qin Xian hauled back the bowstring with everything he had. His bare forearms bulged with veins, his face ferocious, a wildness blazing in his eyes.0

With one hand, he snatched up a wine jar and upended it, pouring the spirits straight down his throat.0

Still laughing, he bellowed, “Now this is what I call living! This is the most alive I’ve felt in years!”0

The Lu clan cultivators found Ling Daoyan’s mad laughter incredibly grating, while the Daxia Sword Sect disciples felt a surge of pride swelling in their chests, especially those who had been with the sect through its long history.0

In the past, a handful of Divine Transformation cultivators from Purple Sun Pavilion had been enough to make the Daxia Sword Sect buckle. Now, facing eight Combined Body Realm cultivators and twenty-odd Illusory Refinement Realm...0