A Bloody Competition

The six disciples of the blood sect looked at Daniel's companions as if they were looking at a bunch of idiots. They were fully aware of the degree of power emanated by their bodies, and what this kind of powers should cause in the minds of weaker cultivators, and yet, there was no fear in their eyes, only the sort of alertness one would feel right at the beginning of a violent encounter.

In their minds, only ignorance could be to blame for this unreasonable confidence.

"This is ridiculous. I will take care of them, then look for the legacy on every speck of dust on this planet." Said the muscular man before starting to float closer to the group, and the planet they were protecting. His left arm was completely covered by a skin rash, which was all that was left of the thousands of blood blisters caused by the attack of one of his companions.