Chapitre 537: One Grade-9 Sword

In the drill field of the mountain peak, people spoke over one another chaotically, all filled with a maniacal aura.

Ling Weizi closed his eyes tightly. A moment later, he had managed to calm himself back down.

The death of four hundred Cloud Dragon Iron Swordsmen had nearly made him fall unconscious from rage. However, he was a little stronger than Wuyue, and he was able to forcefully swallow that frustration.

"Enough, shut up!"

At first, the many cultivators on the peak carried on without any reaction. When he spat out the words a second time, Ling Weizi used his true qi. It shook their eardrums painfully, and the hall fell silent.

"Even without Dao soldiers, we still have the tens of thousands of cultivators from the various sects. What are you afraid of? Even without Dao soldiers, we can rely on our elite disciples with the Mysterious Cloud Mountain Protecting Formation. Why can't battle against this Blood Cloud Cavalry?"