Bloodbath was Bloodbath, after all. He was a legendary character who defined his generation. The elder shifted slightly and twisted nine times in a bizarre fashion, smoothly evading the enormous dragon of sword light.

Lu Yun came up to him, wrapped in a haze of dull sword light.

“I want this person alive!” he stated.

“Too hard.” Bloodbath recognized Lu Yun with a single glance, despite the young man’s aura and appearance being different. “He’s obviously reaped the inheritance of some powerhouse and he didn’t use his full strength just now.”

One who Bloodbath would call a powerhouse was at least tribulation level.

“He probably obtained the inheritance of some stunning heavyweight for the ages, which is why I want him alive!” Lu Yun cackled.

Bloodbath blinked. You want him alive? Get him yourself!

Massive chaos had engulfed the Ling cultivators; countless Ling disciples and descendants were injured or dead. Their complex lay in ruins as Bloodbath’s blow had...