C1211 Duanmu tian chen

Waves of cold wind blew, revealing a bone-piercing chilliness. The cultivators present were all silent, only hearing the thumping of their hearts.

High up in the sky, a blood-clothed cultivator grasped a longsword and stood in the air. His white robe was almost completely soaked with blood. As he stood there, he seemed like the ruler of the world