"True Martial Cultivators... True Martial Cultivators!"
"In just over ten years, they've forced us into such dire straits... All these mortals deserve to die!"
Banqiao City was but a small town, located far away from the Imperial Capital of Great Sui.
Atop the city walls.
A group of disheveled and battered cultivators stood at the breach in the parapet, staring grimly at the dense masses surging toward them from afar, and the Dragon Transformation Pool looming in the sky.
Their eyes carried nothing but despair and fury.
Despair stemmed from the overwhelming numbers of these mortals-turned-True Martial Cultivators, so great as to numb their minds, leaving them incapable of summoning the will to resist or counterattack.
Fury arose from the indignity of being cultivators—an existence above mortals—and yet forced to retreat into this city by mortals bereft of Spiritual Roots and ignorant of Dao Law. Such humiliation could be tolerated by no cultivator.
