Ten Steps to Kill a Person, Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles

The city was filled with smoke, and a sword pierced the sky.

Whether it was the Gale Bandits who ran amok in the Bitter Immortal Realm or the powerful Nine-Death Insects in Flames, they all bowed their heads in front of this sword.

The Ascendant Tiger Guard and Dao Lord Peng Ming, who had gathered the power of an entire city's array formation, were all ignored.

Only the Ascendant Tiger Guard expert who injured the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect's guardian disciple, Zhang Zhenbiao, with that punch was qualified to receive that sword.

Of course, Han Muye said that he deserved to die a glorious death.

Arrogance?

It was arrogance pushed to the extreme.

But at this moment, not a single cultivator in the city dared to make a sound. They all raised their heads and looked at the figure standing in the sky, watching the long sword flickering with a green light.

"Roar—"