C575 Please Immortal Master!!

"What have we to fear from mortal cultivators with their incomplete techniques?" The blade in his hand flicked the dagger, a cold gleam in his eyes.

The inky black dagger buzzed as if in agreement, revealing itself to be a high-grade spiritual tool. Just half a month ago, he had used this very dagger to cleave through three experts from the Frost Leaf Sect, sending shockwaves throughout Waplon