The Capital City tonight is extremely chaotic,
The entire South City is engulfed in fervent, fiery cries of battle, slaughter everywhere, blood spilling everywhere. The common Martial Artists, who have been repressed for too long, finally take their blades to the streets.
In the Capital City, the arrogant Cultivators, who had run rampant for so long, are now facing their nightmare. Those who have long stood above others finally feel fear.
The Martial Artists of the Human World are not the sheep they were thought to be, and those Martial Artists, amidst the many battles and slaughters, come to realize it's not the Martial Arts that are weak, but their own cowardice which elevates the Cultivators, making them seem more noble,
But in truth, the noble Cultivators can also be harvested by the scythe. They, too, have only one head, and their blood is red. Without the suppression of absolute powerhouses, Cultivators are merely people with devious means, not gods!
