Ninety-five against seven.0

This wasn't a fight—not even close. It was impossible to even call it one. Yet, for some reason, the majority seemed tense while the minority appeared unnervingly calm. It was an odd sight.0

Cultists were vicious and aggressive, often making the first move. But this time, things were different.0

No, the first strike came from a Daoist of the Righteous Faction, a Swordsman.0

"Heup!"0

As he took a breath, his muscles contracted, and his body bent like a bow. It felt as though his entire body was compressed.0

Bang!0

His bent back suddenly straightened, and his contracted muscles released, propelling him forward with the stored kinetic energy in his body.0

"Flicking Bow Moving Shadows!" someone shouted, surprised. 0

Everyone froze in shock. Zhou Xuchuan could feel the weight of every gaze turning toward him, like an invisible pressure on his skin.0

He surged forward, closing the gap between himself and his enemies in an instant. His sword swung magnificently, slicing through the air.0

Shing!0

A line was drawn horizontally, dividing the heavens and the earth. Everywhere the sword passed split into two as if he had truly cleaved open the heavens.0

Squelch!0

"Huh?"0

Four members of the Wind Yin Squadron stood stunned. Their vision spun as they tried to comprehend what was happening. Before they could make sense of it, a horrifying realization dawned on them.0

"No! My body!"0

Their screams echoed as they saw their upper and lower halves...0