Beacon fires set the mountain leaves ablaze; many perished on the Cloud Path.
The intense sound of colliding Spiritual Power from Martial Artists startled the birds and beasts within a hundred miles.
Dozens of figures clashed in the air, bereft of fanciful Martial Techniques or an ostentatious style, possessed only of cold gazes and immensely refined moves.
Amidst the flashes of swords and shadows of blades, blood splattered, and severed heads flew left and right.
Warriors in the Martial Emperor Realm and Martial Spirit Realm, beyond grappling with their chosen adversaries, sought the simplest, most easily destructible enemies to help their side gain an advantage.
The dignity of Martial Artists lay upon the arena.
Those fighting here were but soldiers, each serving their master.
Above that cloud, the Liuli god covered Little Jin Wei's eyes while she and the Martial God watched the massacre unfolding in the Cloud Mirror.
