The blade in Chu Mo's hand, Heaven Slaying, grew increasingly crimson.
Moreover, with each royal clan branch cultivator he slew, a faint trace of purple-gold bloodline was absorbed into Chu Mo's body!
The royal bloodline in these people was thin, almost negligible, but their profound cultivation realms had refined even that trace of purple-gold blood to an impressive degree over the years.
At this moment, the advantage was entirely Chu Mo's.
This group consisted of more than a dozen individuals, the weakest being cultivators of the Saint Realm, and among them was one mid-Great Saint Realm cultivator.
Initially, they believed confronting Chu Mo would be a sure victory. They thought even without Patriarch Beidou's intervention, they could effortlessly suppress him. Little did they expect that the task would turn into suicide—a mission of death!
