Xu Qing’s eyes snapped open. Getting silently to his feet, he straightened his clothing and walked out of his boat.

It was a gloomy day. The sun had risen, but it seemed like the light of dawn had sensed the aura of slaughter in Seven Blood Eyes, and had donned a gray battle robe that sucked away all the light and warmth. Beneath the dark clouds, numerous figures came forth from different parts of the Seven Blood Eyes Port District and headed toward the central altar. They seemed vicious, like cold blades. And all of them had extraordinary cultivation bases, with the weakest being in the sixth level of Qi Condensation. There were also a good number who were in the eighth and ninth level.

In Seven Blood Eyes, where disciples were like venomous bugs in a jar, all such people would have their own way of surviving. Even kind, warm people who were in an environment like that would change. Those who didn’t would die.

As they emerged, an aura of killing spread out in all directions, becoming a stifling force that weighed down on the city, and ensured that most common citizens in the Port...