Within Guangqing City.
A ghostly figure kept flickering through the city at an incredible speed, like a phantom.
Any White Lotus Sect Members blocking his path were no match for him, easily slaughtered.
However, this ghostly figure only focused his gaze on the martial artists of the White Lotus Sect, completely ignoring the regular members, gliding past them effortlessly.
Ghost Blade, Xie Jiuque!
"Pfft!"
After once again slashing down a fervent-minded White Lotus Sect member, Xie Jiuque let out a soft exclamation and raised his hand to look at his curved blade.
Blood was slowly dripping off the blade, revealing its sharp edge.
This Ghost Blade had been his old companion for decades, incredibly sharp, long intertwined with his soul.
Just as he was killing that White Lotus Sect member, he suddenly felt a sense of resistance.
"How could an ordinary martial artist possibly withstand the Ghost Blade of an old man like me...?"
