"Fool!" There was no situation Yuwen Zhenxing hadn't prepared for. He was someone who had survived countless battlefields. His Bloodsea Field surged around his body, covering the area in a bloody tint. He held a crimson warblade in hand that looked thick and heavy. Its edge was lined with jagged teeth, off of which blood dripped. It was called the Bloodsea Fiendblade. Word was that Yuwen Zhenxing had killed more than five hundred people with that very weapon. He was a true murderer among the disciples of the Grand-Orient Sect, and now he had his attention on Tianming.

"Killing...