Dozens of streaks of light swept through the night sky, surrounded by a variety of magical artifacts, their momentum overwhelming, as if gods had descended upon the realm, each one proud and noble. Behind them, a large contingent surged forward, all of them cultivators.
Gu Zhan flicked his blood-stained iron whip, slightly raised his head, and surveyed the oncoming crowd. Leading them were several Golden Core cultivators, dozens of Grotto Heaven Realm cultivators, and over a thousand low-tier cultivators.
Compared to the martial artists' appearance, these cultivators made a quite formidable entrance, looking very impressive.
Gu Zhan knew these people were the Seven Great Immortal Sects now stationed in the East City of Tao An City, and those scattered cultivators.
"Gu Zhan, with such slaughter in the Capital City, do you intend to start a war with us in the Cultivation Realm?"
