Kunlun Mountain Range, before Death Valley.
Zong Lei swept his sleeve, crushing an Xia Country Saint Realm Martial Artist into a mist of blood.
Silence fell across the entire field.
The gap between the Saint Realm and the Mid Stage of Dao Condensation was like a chasm from heaven to earth, insurmountable by mere numbers.
"A bunch of mortal ants, how dare you trespass on the hidden grounds of our sect?"
Zong Lei's gaze was piercing cold, his eyes indifferent and contemptuous of all beings.
"Zong Lei, don't forget that more than thirty Earth Immortals of the Immortal Alliance met their end at the hands of Senior Chen. He, too, is one of us, a common man. Would you call him a mere mortal?"
"Don't you know that today is the day Senior Chen will flatten your hidden sect!"
Some Martial Artists snickered coldly.
"Just him alone? Such wishful thinking, he's simply courting death!"
Zong Lei huffed in derision, unconcerned.
The moment his words fell, suddenly,
