The sharp and rapidly spinning metal arrow tore through the skin and flesh within Qilian Bao’s armor, fiercely digging into his inner organs.

In this world, no cultivators were unrivaled.

Cultivators were also human, they also had feelings and desires, they also died of old age and sickness.

Even if it was a cultivator who was so powerful they were granted the ‘sacred’ character[1], they would still bleed, they still felt pain. After suffering serious injuries, transferring soul force again would only make his injuries worse, only bring about his own death.

Qilian Bao lowered his head, looking at the black metal arrow that dug into his chest with complete disbelief.

What was left behind a Sacred Expert were oftentimes mountains of corpses and seas of blood,...