"True Martial Cultivators... are not as bizarre as these people make them out to be. Apart from their Qi and Blood being different from ordinary folks, they have nothing special. Can these people really compare to Nascent Soul Cultivators?"
Snow piled up, covering the entire land.
By the burning village.
Villagers covered in mud were pinned down in the snow, their Blood Energy surging so vigorously that it melted the surrounding snow into streams, mixing with the frozen ground below into mud.
Their eyes bloodshot, they raised their heads high, veins in their necks taut like strained ropes.
Yet they could never break free from the invisible pressure from above.
They couldn't even make a sound.
Above, rows of Cultivators hovered in mid-air without expression.
Among these people, Yang Que in his Dragon Robe looked down slightly, his eyes seemingly possessed a Magic Power that thoroughly saw through the bodies of the sturdy men below.
