Ye Dao’s gaze was piercing, a bone-chilling blade intent radiating from him. He was a formidable opponent—his strength went beyond appearances. Though his cultivation was only at the second level of the Astral River Realm, his combat prowess rivaled those at the fourth level.0

Liu Wuxie hadn’t expected the Lesser Blade Association to have someone this powerful, especially one willing to step forward on their behalf. His curiosity about Qin Dao deepened; what kind of extraordinary charisma did he have to command such fierce loyalty?0

As Ye Dao’s words echoed, the crowd quickly began to disperse, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Those nearby struggled to withstand the force of Ye Dao’s blade intent, which shredded their robes, leaving them looking like beggars as they stepped aside, helpless against the fierce aura.0

“You want to fight here?” Liu Wuxie asked with a casual smile, glancing around. This place was far too crowded; a fight would only endanger innocent bystanders.0

Liu Wuxie knew there was no avoiding a confrontation with the Lesser Blade Association....0