“Whirlwind Slash!” 

Long Chen spun in a circle, and his saber created a huge cyclone full of terrifying wind blades, whistling as they devoured them.

“AHH!” Mournful shrieks rang out as those Bloodnet Sect experts were all sent flying by those wind blades. There were two of them whose weapons broke and received fatal injuries.

With one attack, he forced back over ten late Tendon Transformation sect disciples. The distant Long Tianxiao was dumbstruck.

Long Chen rested his saber lazily on his shoulder, icily looking at senior apprentice-brother Luo and his lackeys while shaking his head.

“Your Bloodnet Sect must be the birthplace of all idiots. Back when I was only in the early Blood Condensation realm, I could still kill your little brother. Did you not realize your Bloodnet Sect is only a degenerate little sect? You aren’t even on the same level as real sect disciples.”

Two people could both be in the Tendon Transformation realm, and yet the disparity between them could be the difference between heaven and earth.

Ten of the secular world’s Tendon Transformation experts were unable to defeat a single sect disciple, just like that white-robed man...