Just who was the mastermind behind all this? Who could manipulate cultivators in the realm of cultivators to work or even lay down their lives for them? There had to be a massive conspiracy lurking behind the scenes. Cultivators pursued cultivation, not slaughter; slaughter could only drag cultivators down into a bottomless abyss of destruction. Yet, despite this, those cultivators still went ahead and did it—a reality that demanded deep reflection.
The sounds of battle and shouting continued, though there were fewer combatants than before. Those who survived were the elite, charging forward with reckless abandon. The ground was already littered with corpses, and the pooled blood had grown from a tiny stream into a rushing river. This was a tragic and brutal massacre, yet it was unavoidable: if you did not kill him, he would kill you. Following this harrowing bloodshed, Shengxia's realm gradually consolidated, showing signs of yet another breakthrough.
Boom! Another wave of sword intent surged forth. Clang, clang, clang! Several more cultivators were cut down, though one was left severely wounded. The city lord exchanged a glance with a guard, who instantly understood. Placing a blade against the neck of the severely wounded cultivator, the guard dragged him away from the battlefield. Although the city lord was a woman and used no weapons, she killed with bare fists and feet; with every punch as heavy as a sandbag, she battered cultivators...
Chapter 175