m the Wanmo Ridge, a battle was inevitable.When the hordes of Wan Mo Ling saw Lu Ye, a lone cultivator at the eighth level of the Qi Condensation realm, they wouldn't show him any courtesy. But when t...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye. sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight.He hastily turned, his weapon raised to strike at the enormous tiger head.A deafening clang resonated as a powerful strike landed, but it failed to penetrate...