Swamp of Balur

As I stood like an indomitable mountain in front of the nineteen Nascent Soul Cultivators, the group hesitated. For them, it was unthinkable that a Core Cultivator was able to take down a Nascent Cultivator head-on and kill him in one attack.

But for me, though I had the tools and means to kill them, I worried about one thing. The same method that the Second Prince Wu had, when they died, an image is sent back to where the life jade slip was. And if I were to use Y, it will bring unwanted attention. X can handle a few of these Cultivators but not all, so I'll need to scare them shitless or run away.

After gathering their wits about them, the group began moving at the same time. They must have discussed a strategy using divine sense.

I felt a ripple behind me and ducked as a sword passed right where my neck should have been. A cultivator had teleported behind me, an annoying nascent soul ability.