At this moment, on the other side, the disciples of the Sword Cultivation Academy, as well as a few disciples of other academies, were all tied up on the spot with a rope. The rope suffused with a faint golden light, and did not look ordinary. No matter how much they struggled, it was futile.
The person beside them said mockingly, "This is an immortal binding rope. With your low cultivation levels, you should save your strength for collecting his corpse."
They were still fine but the person laying on the ground was getting hit with spiritual power one strike after another. It was a shocking sight.
"Even if you are powerful, you can't take human lives lightly, right?"
The leader seemed to have heard a joke. "In this world, the strong are respected. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck."