The Soul Sect’s Soul Exalt was very confident, extremely even.

Because the number of people in this world who were capable of instilling fear in him could be counted with just his hands.

Once someone was strong to a certain extent, and especially when such an expert possessed a high status, life would be nothing to them. They would kill for the slightest ounce of displeasure!

Just like how some emperors of the mortal world would kill without any reason.

If they didn’t like someone, they killed the person!

The strong did as they pleased!

It was the same for the Soul Exalt!

Of course, there was a reason why he was trying to kill right now. It was because the middle aged sword cultivator’s gaze was too hurtful, it was complete and utter disregard!

He'd been disregarded!

The Soul Exalt didn’t like such a gaze!

So, he’d attacked!

The middle aged sword cultivator suddenly flicked his left thumb slightly.

His sword left its sheath!

“AH!” A shrill cry resounded, and then the Soul Exalt’s arm was sliced into two!

The Soul Exalt...