"What?"
The Seventh Emissary was greatly alarmed and quickly turned around.
A heavy sword came directly at him, striking his chest forcefully.
The Seventh Emissary immediately spat out blood and flew backward, several ribs broken, finally crashing beside the Ninth Emissary.
"Good, such terrifying strength! This is at least Grandmaster cultivation, right? You, who are you?" the Seventh Emissary asked, trembling as he looked at the figure.
The man before him was too terrifying, his ability to appear and disappear at will gave him no time to react.
If the man hadn't used the flat of his sword to strike his chest earlier, he would probably be a corpse by now.
The man stood in mid-air, facing the wind, and walked towards them step by step, opening his mouth to say, "Who am I? You are not qualified to know!"
Soon, he reached the sky above the three of them and continued, "Your Black Lotus Cult dares to be so rampant, there must be stronger individuals nearby! Call out the strongest ones!"
What?
Call out the strongest ones?
This, this is too arrogant!
The Ninth Emissary, who had lost an arm, heard this and said angrily, "Damn it, sir, you are very strong, but do you not fear the retaliation of my Black Lotus Cult by offending us like this?"
However, his only response was a sentence and a sword strike.
"Noisy!"
As soon as he spoke, the heavy sword in the man's hand in mid-air swung towards him.
"No, Old Ninth, dodge quickly!" the Seventh Emissary reacted and shouted a reminder.
But it was too late. A flash of sword light appeared, and a bloodstain appeared on the Ninth Emissary's neck, and he slowly fell down, lifeless.
Ye Feng below, seeing this scene, was instantly stunned.
With just a gentle swing of the heavy sword in his hand, and it wasn't even unsheathed, he had killed the Ninth Emissary from a distance.
How powerful must his strength be?
"What? You, how dare you kill my Black Lotus Cult's Ninth Emissary!" the Seventh Emissary was furious.
But the man in mid-air paid no attention and continued to swing his heavy sword.
Immediately after, a blood-red thread appeared on the Seventh Emissary's forehead down to his chin, and then he fell down unwillingly.
This scene terrified Qiu Xiong beside them.
Because this man was too terrifying, the heavy sword in his hand had never been unsheathed from beginning to end.
With just two casual swings, he had killed their Black Lotus Cult's Ninth and Seventh Emissaries.
"Spare my life, great hero, spare my life!" Qiu Xiong quickly knelt and begged for mercy.
After killing two people, the man in mid-air did not continue to attack, but instead said, "If you don't want to die, hurry up and call for reinforcements!"
"Okay, okay! I, I'll call for reinforcements right away!" Qiu Xiong said, and quickly took out something to call for help.
A few minutes later, a figure with a powerful aura rushed towards them.
When that person saw the Seventh and Ninth Emissaries lying on the ground with no life signs, he was instantly enraged.
"Who dares to kill two of my Black Lotus Cult's emissaries!"
Hearing the approaching voice, Qiu Xiong was overjoyed.
Because he could tell that this was their Black Lotus Cult's Fifth Emissary, a powerful figure who had reached Grandmaster cultivation.
However, before he could be happy, he saw a sword light cut through the night, and the Fifth Emissary fell from the sky before he could react.
Finally, the Fifth Emissary crashed beside Qiu Xiong, his eyes wide open, dying with regret.
"What? This, he's dead just like that?"
Qiu Xiong was completely dumbfounded. The Grandmaster-level Fifth Emissary was also killed with a single sword strike.
The man in mid-air snorted and said, "Too weak! Keep calling, bring out the strongest ones!"
Hearing this, Qiu Xiong's face twitched a few times, because this was too terrifying.
But he dared not stop, and immediately continued to call for reinforcements, because if he didn't, he would be the next to die.
A few minutes later, two powerful auras rapidly approached.
Ye Feng below, seeing this, couldn't help but worry.
Because he could feel that the aura of these two was very powerful.
He wondered if the heavy sword man could defeat them.
"En? Two have arrived?" The heavy sword man in mid-air showed a hint of surprise on his face.
When the two arrived, Qiu Xiong was immediately excited.
Because these two were not simple; they were the Black Lotus Cult's Fourth Emissary and Sixth Elder.
The hierarchy of the Black Lotus Cult from highest to lowest was Pope, Elder, Emissary, Hall Master, Protector, and Deacon.
Both the Fourth Emissary and the Sixth Elder had cultivation at the late stage of Grandmaster, and their appearance filled Qiu Xiong with confidence.
At this moment, when the two saw the Fifth Emissary, Seventh Emissary, and Ninth Emissary lying on the ground, they were both stunned.
A moment later, the two were furious, and the Fourth Emissary roared, "Damn it, who are you, how dare you kill three of my Black Lotus Cult's emissaries!"
"If you don't give an explanation today, you won't be allowed to leave!" the Sixth Elder also roared.
However, the man in mid-air still looked calm and said lightly, "Two late-stage Grandmasters, still too weak! But you are barely enough to draw my sword!"
"What? Damn it, how dare you ignore and mock us?" the Fourth Emissary said angrily.
The Sixth Elder went further and said, "Attack, let him know the consequences of angering our Black Lotus Cult!"
With that, the two joined forces and charged towards the heavy sword man in mid-air.
However, the heavy sword man looked at the two approaching him, his eyes slightly closed, his hands gripping the sword.
Just as the two were about to reach him, the heavy sword man suddenly opened his eyes, and the heavy sword in his hand was drawn out.
Ye Feng below only felt a blinding flash of light, and he was temporarily blinded.
When he recovered, he found that there were two more people lying on the ground below, who were the Fourth Emissary and the Sixth Elder.
"Wh-what? Fourth Emissary and Sixth Elder are also, also dead?" Qiu Xiong was filled with disbelief, almost numb.
By this point, four emissaries and one elder had been killed.
Who was this guy, this grim reaper? He was simply too terrifying.
"Alas, is that all? Your Black Lotus Cult isn't this weak, is it!" the heavy sword man said.
Qiu Xiong heard this and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Weak?
This is because you are too strong!
"I'm asking you! Are there still people? If so, hurry up and call them!" the heavy sword man urged.
Qiu Xiong heard this and was immediately conflicted.
Because he knew that they might have kicked a steel plate this time, and calling for more people might just be sending them to their deaths.
But if he didn't call, he would probably be the one to die.
Forget it, no matter what!
After all, it's better for a fellow Daoist to die than for oneself!
It was much better for others to die than for him to die!
Therefore, he said, "Yes, there is, there is one more!"
"Oh! Then hurry up and call him! Quickly!" the heavy sword man urged.
Qiu Xiong immediately nodded and continued to call for reinforcements.
A moment later, an even more terrifying and powerful aura rapidly approached.
The next second, he appeared beside Qiu Xiong, then cupped his fists and said to the heavy sword man in mid-air, "Black Lotus Cult's Third Emissary, greets the Great Grandmaster!"
Hearing this, Qiu Xiong and Ye Feng were both stunned.
Damn it!
This person is actually a legendary Great Grandmaster?
Now Ye Feng and Qiu Xiong finally understood why the man was so arrogant, because he was a Great Grandmaster, and he had the capital to be arrogant...