The distant landscape.

Thirty-six snow-white blades guarded a thousand-foot stretch of sky. Their edges glistened coldly beneath the light of the heavens.

It was like a cage of blades, and its aura of the Grand Dao of Adjudication blotted out the sun.

Tao Qianqiu was trapped inside.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was ashen as he rasped, “Cui Chang’an, the Abstruse Force Alliance has no enmity with the Cui Family. Why kill us?”

Not far away, Cui Chang’an raised his hand and beckoned.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The thirty-six blades hummed, then suddenly gathered together, transforming into a single long, thin blade shaped like a crescent moon. Its hilt then shot directly into Cui Chang’an’s grip.

Only then did Cui Chang’an answer this question. “What do you mean, no enmity? You want to capture the old blind man, while we want to protect him. That makes us enemies.”

Tao Qianqiu’s expression shifted dramatically. “But isn’t the Cui Family afraid of offending my master?”

“Your master?” Cui Chang’an said coolly. “Him? Hah! A bastard who betrayed his master isn’t worthy of my fear.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed...