Thirty thousand cultivators from the Nine Great Sects flew toward Xiao Mo in unison.
However, as they closed in on their target, almost everyone slowed their flight speed simultaneously.
Though only a single man stood before them, it felt as if they were facing an army of thousands. An invisible pressure washed over them!
When the foremost group of cultivators was only two hundred zhang away, Xiao Mo slowly lowered his vermilion wine gourd and casually hung it back at his waist.
Next, he raised his hand and held the long blade vertically before him, slowly drawing it from its sheath inch by inch.
With every revealed inch of the Dyed Ink Blade, an endless black Sword Qi coiled and spread like a living creature, surging outward along the body of the blade.
The tyrannical Sword Intent was like streams of black silk, unfurling and swirling in every direction.
With Xiao Mo at the center, a dense Blood Evil Qi merged with the biting Sword Qi.
