"Zhao Rou from Pill Stream Sect, specializes in illusion forms. She once fought against three disciples at the sa cultivation stage and slaughtered them all! Wow, truly incredible! Her capability seems to be on par with Gongsun Wan'er's illusion magic." Yan Xiaobao blinked a few tis, then secretly glanced at a young woman from the Pill Stream Sect group. She was very beautiful, with soft, delicate skin. Currently, she was staring directly into Gongsun Wan'er's eyes; clearly, they were sizing each other up.
"Lei Shan from Profound Stream Sect, a body-refining cultivator, has a Lightningfla deep clone. Incredibly powerful, with superb magic skills. He was chased by a Foundation-level cultivator but survived for seven days without being killed. Rumored to possess a Firespirit body and have extraordinary healing abilities." After reading the description, he glanced at the Profound Stream Sect's disciples and quickly identified Lei Shan. He was a burly, muscular young man, sitting cross-legged with lightning and flas swirling around him. He looked impressive. As if sensing Yan Xiaobao's gaze, he looked over and smiled maliciously, his eyes flashing with a deadly glint.
"He is a good match for Lu Tianlei," Yan Xiaobao thought. "They both love their lightning." Moving on, Yan Xiaobao continued to record the information on the jade.
"Fang Lin from Pill Stream Sect, the foremost pick of the contemporary era. Relatively unknown six months ago, then suddenly rose to fa. Excels in the art of poisons, a decisive killer. Successfully nurtured the Heaven and Earth Furnace Crucible and possesses energy surpassing the peak of Qi Condensation. Hard to match. Has engaged in only two real battles. In one, he slaughtered eight rebellious cultivators, all of whom were in the large circle of Qi Condensation. He didn't sustain any harm during the engagent. In another, he destroyed a defensive treasure comparable to Foundation Establishnt level, and eliminated a spy sent by the Spirit Sect." Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened, as he quickly found Fang Lin among the crowd, a young man with an expressionless face.
"From the Profound Stream Sect, Nine-Isles. The first chosen from Profound Stream Sect in 3000 years, successfully nurtured the Extinction Technique. It is said this technique can annihilate all forms of life, leaving no trace behind. It creates vanishing clues that even Mortal-Dao Foundation Establishnt cultivators can hardly match!" His scalp tingled as Yan Xiaobao looked around and saw a cold young man sitting in the crowd. Yan Xiaobao couldn't tell if he was watching sothing, but the magic symbols vaguely visible around him ford sothing chain-like.
Just observing him for a while made Yan Xiaobao's eyes sting, and his vision started fading. He quickly distanced himself from that terrifying young man. It was at this mont Yan Xiaobao realized almost all disciples were from Pill Stream Sect and Profound Stream Sect. However, there were only two entries of information for Blood Stream Sect disciples.
"Xu Xiaoshan from Blood Stream Sect. Common talent, but a direct descendant of the Founder Clan Leader of Blood Stream Sect. Incredibly high rank, with a silk-like personality. Possesses endless magical artifacts!
"Song Que from Blood Stream Sect. Ranked first, sotis referred to as Ascendant Limitless. Very similar to Master Limitless. No detailed info about his techniques, but in a Heaven-struggle battle, he killed a Foundation Establishnt cultivator while only at Qi Condensation. A unprecedented dangerous threat to all Qi Condensing disciples. A special reward for his kill!" The first disciple from Blood Stream Sect wasn't very impressive, but the second made Yan Xiaobao breathless, his eyes widened like saucers.
"Killed... killed a Foundation Establishnt cultivator?" Yan Xiaobao's heart quivered in disbelief. After so thought, he concluded that Song Que would be Ghostfang's perfect opponent. As for his own pitiful little life, he certainly wouldn't take him on.
The terrifying nature of disciples from other sects was hard to accept. Then, his heart suddenly trembled.
"Do the jade artifacts from the other three sects have information about ? I wonder what they say?" As his curiosity grew, he was just thinking about finding a friendly disciple from one of the other sects to exchange jade slabs when suddenly, pressure descended from above.
The sky turned blood-red... Blood Stream Sect arrived!
Their formation of spells was starkly different from that of Spirit Stream Sect. A shocking, blood-red severed hand appeared above, covered the sky, obscuring the sun. Everything above turned a deep crimson.
Shockingly, within the severed hand was a giant eye, completely bloodshot, cold to an uncanny degree. The eye blinked, causing Mount Flacrane to tremble. Monts later, a group of over a hundred was taking shape above the fourth peak.
As they beca visible, more pressure pressed down from above. Clearly, if anyone dared attack at this mont, the severed giant hand would descend with destructive force to crush these vanguards.
As the Blood Stream Sect appeared, heaven and earth shook violently. They had the largest group among the three sects, totaling 121. Without their leader being a Foundation expert, they brought 120 disciples.
They all wore long crimson robes, expressions cold as ice. They seed ready to kill at any mont, gazing at disciples from other sects like wolves watching lambs.
Every disciple from Blood Stream Sect appeared vicious, with extrely lethal aura. They seed to distrust each other too. Once materialized, they distanced themselves from one another and sat cross-legged in ditation.
Apart from Zhao Rou and Fang Lin, the disciples from Pill Stream Sect seed shaken, eyes flashing with interest and vigilance.
The disciples from Profound Stream Sect reacted similarly. Aside from the chosen disciples, everyone trembled at the terrifying sight of Blood Stream Sect.
Even among the Spirit Sect disciples, gasps could be heard. Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened, as he imdiately recalled the introductions he'd just read.
The Blood Stream Sect and Spiritual Sect couldn't have been more opposed in their philosophies. Blood Stream Sect was dominated by the law of the jungle, threats of brutal violence and even death constantly lood over their disciples. They were practically a dark sect, with disciples rising through the ranks being cruel and ruthless.
"What a bunch of demons..." Yan Xiaobao thought, swallowing heavily. "They even allow disciples to kill each other. How terrifying! Spirit Sect is definitely the better path!" Eager to be very careful around Blood Stream Sect, he began searching for the two faces he recognized from the descriptions.
Clearly, the one most worth noting was the heavenly elector nad Song Que, who had killed a Foundation Establishnt cultivator. No matter how he accomplished such a feat, the fact that he succeeded demonstrated how terrifying he was.
He quickly found him. A young man with ordinary features, yet exuding intense cold. His attire differed from his fellow disciples. Instead of pure crimson, it was a deeper magenta. As he sat cross-legged in ditation, no disciple dared sit within three ters of him.
His lethal aura was extrely intense, far exceeding any of the disciples around him. It even seed to physically distort the air around him.
As soon as Yan Xiaobao saw Song Que, Song Que looked back at him, as if he'd been waiting to see him. As their eyes t, Yan Xiaobao was imdiately filled with fear, almost wanting to flee in the opposite direction. The sa feeling he experienced when chased into the naless jungle by the vicious Chen Heng. Yan Xiaobao took a deep breath, trying to locate Xu Xiaoshan.
He was actually the easiest to identify. Extrely handso, expression full of pride. He seed the type whose chin was always stuck in the air, as if no one in the world was worth his gaze. His silk-like personality couldn't be more obvious.
He was even attended by two beautiful female disciples.
One was massaging his shoulders, the other picking fruits and putting them in his mouth.
Yan Xiaobao couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Around this ti, Yan Xiaobao noticed many of the Blood Stream Sect disciples were doing the sa thing Song Que was doing. They coldly stared at him.
Unlike the skepticism from Pill Stream Sect or the arrogance from Profound Stream Sect, the look from Blood Stream Sect was terrifying, filled with intent to kill.
Yan Xiaobao's mouth and throat felt dry. The gaze of Blood Stream Sect seed peculiar, and Yan Xiaobao continued to grow increasingly curious about the descriptions on the jade sliding plate regarding himself.
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