The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
As his consciousness began to blur, the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator realized that Lu Ye had reached the 8th Heaven level of cultivation.
As a fellow 8th Heaven cultivator, he couldn't even take a single strike from his opponent.
Why was the opponent's saber so sharp? Its power was so formidable that even a mid-grade Golden Body Talisman couldn't withstand it... It was baffling!
Blood spurted from his neck, his head flew off, and the headless corpse tottered before falling down. A light streaked out from the supplies box at Lu Ye's waist, lightly circling around the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator's waist to retrieve a storage sack before returning.
Killing and looting treasures, done in one fell swoop.
More figures rushed over from all directions, accompanied by waves of shouting.
"Lu Yiye has come out!"
"Lu Yiye is here!"