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"Prepare to die by the hand of the Sect Master, Yang Mieng! It is an honor among honors, fool!"
Louis' eyes widened as he looked at his friends. Hundreds of silver swords had appeared out of nowhere and were attacking them all at once.
"Wait…! Where did he…?!"
All this time, he had relied on game knowledge to survive, but this time that knowledge had failed him. It had missed a crucial detail this world possessed that the game lacked.
In the game, every sect had elders serving as mini-bosses. Here, each sect also had its Sect Master present, ready to fight until the bitter end.
And every Sect Master was a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
The difference in power was staggering. Louis coughed up blood, cursing himself for lowering his guard.
The Rune of Slaughter's effect had already ended. He should have slaughtered them all instead of offering surrender.
It was his fault. His mistake.
