The cloaked man spat. "Tell your people our forces come—two days at most. We'll tear you down."
He spun, and the surrounding lights flashed.
In his palm, a swirling blade of condensed qi formed which he swung out in the next instant.
The young cultivators screamed and fled for cover while those closest, got sent flying with cuts appearing all over their bodies.
One young cultivator stood still and raised his blade, unwilling to let this unknown man keep wreaking havoc.
"Oh? A bold one..." The cloaked scout suddenly charged forward with the tip of his blade qi sweeping across the ground and forming a long trail of cracks.
Before the young cultivator could raise his weapon, the cloaked scout's qi blade was already three inches away from his neck.
There was no doubt that this youngster would be decapitated once the blade kisses his skin.
At this moment, a palm suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the qi blade before it could go any further.
