Above the East Sea, Jiang Shu's figure stirred the hearts of every Martial Artist.
Even Chen Yihan, who was in the Martial Arts Second Realm, was filled with surging energy, ready to charge.
"Yihan, you're insane! That's the Martial Arts Third Realm!"
Suddenly grabbing Chen Yihan's hand, Zeng Yue's pupils constricted. This was her first direct contact with the world beyond her sheltered upbringing.
"Even if a master of the Martial Arts Fourth Realm stood before me, I would still go! Why pursue Martial Arts if one fears death!"
Her bones rattled as Chen Yihan stomped her foot. The ground trembled slightly as her fist exploded with power.
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
Amidst the Martial Artists, their blood pumping with adrenaline, a cold wind cut like a knife.
All the cult fanatics, feverishly chanting their doctrines, were oblivious as death descended upon them.
Necks were severed, and blood sprayed everywhere.
