"The Battle Hall's first collective mission. It serves to repay the years of nurture provided by the Beixuan Sect, a resolution for the past. It is also an inspection of our Battle Hall's years of fighting on the battlefield. Brothers, today's mission: wipe out the Bai Feng Valley encirclement team, reclaim the resources that belong to us, and draw a line under the past. Follow me—charge! Kill!"
Fifteen minutes earlier, the thirteen members of the newly formed Battle Hall gathered, each wearing a mask. Under the command of Gong Qingshui, who wore a starlit mask, they struck. These people were not like the seed disciples of the Beixuan Sect; they were all battle-hardened veterans. Gong Qingshui and the Senior Brother were both sword cultivators, and before they even arrived, their blades had already struck. Where the sword light flashed, blood bloomed.
Their Dharmic Power fluctuations were subtle, their techniques contained, and every member moved with extreme agility. Even the spell cultivators among them practiced movement arts, fast as lingering shadows, their auras suppressed and low-key, making them easily overlooked. Yet, with every strike, they claimed a life; they were like reapers come to harvest souls.
Chapter 129