Sword Cultivators were renowned for their immense Attack Power. Even a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator like the Black Steward had to treat a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator with the utmost gravity.
The Black Steward waved his sleeve, unleashing a winding river of blood to engulf the Sword Light. But he had miscalculated. The Sword Light sliced straight through the river and slammed into his Protective Gang Qi with unabated force.
"Hmph."
The Black Steward let out a muffled grunt, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The blow had left him with a minor injury.
Slowly wiping the blood from his lips, the Black Steward's rage peaked. He was done toying with them. All he wanted now was to utterly crush and kill them!
"[Blood Sea Overturning Heaven]"
With a shake of his arms, the Black Steward conjured a vast sea of blood that immediately surged toward Song Changsheng and his companions.
