To an unnoticing eye, Xiao Ming appeared not to have moved, his sword still sheathed. But upon closer inspection, a fine, almost invisible cut had appeared on the blue-haired cultivator.
Only Xiao Ming, with his keen perception, could trace its existence.
The six figures closed in, their spiritual auras suffocating.
Xiao Ming felt the full exertion of their spiritual pressure as they sought to encircle him, yet his expression remained tranquil.
He hadn't yet grasped the seascape of the Blood Sea well enough to instigate a mindless slaughter and cause a massive ruckus.
That was why he'd returned his blade to its sheath, choosing a cleaner angle of approach.
"Dragon Subduing Array!"
The six cultivators immediately struck, enveloping Xiao Ming and Tian Xueyang in their formation.
Xiao Ming restrained every muscle, fighting the urge to burst out laughing at the folly of these six trying to mount their trifle array.
