Chapter 12: Dream Bell
In the eyes of the crowd of Hua Sect disciples, Sect Leader Hua Zhaoting hadn’t touched his sword for a very long time.
After the fall of the Immortal Capital, the cultivators who were closest to ascending became the most powerful individuals in the human realm. One could not afford to be their enemy.
Although devils have been rampaging about recently, growing more savage and fearless each year, every devil extermination attempt has always relied on the force of an assembly of multiple sects. Occasions that actually required Hua Zhaoting to seriously draw his sword were extremely rare.
The last time Hua Zhaoting drew his sword was a long, long time ago in the Jiaming Wilderness.
Hua Zhaoting cultivated the path of the sword. Although he was normally dignified and courteous when he spoke, polite and accommodating, that was only because he had been a sect leader for too long. His temperament was a result of spending all day dealing with matters among sects.
Anyone who has seen him attack knows that his sword cultivation carried a natural elation and aggression that pierced through the heavens.
Among those who were close to ascension, although he wasn’t the most powerful, he was truly extremely hard to provoke.
And at this moment, when the golden ray of sword pierced through the clouds, the disciples of Hua Sect heard a loud, metallic clang. The sound rang across the entire Peach Blossom Island — Hua Zhaoting had drawn his sword!
Immediately, the disciples could feel their blood boiling.