Ning Wuque rode into the Celestial Cicada Sect's Martial Arts Arena, the thunderous hooves of the Profound Armor Heavy Cavalry behind him shaking the very ground.
The longsword in his hand, an Upper Grade sharp blade, slowly dripped with the brains of the seventh Inner Sect Disciple he had slain. The viscous fluid slid down the blade, glinting with a chilling luster under the sun.
His once-gentle features now seemed coated in a thousand years of frost, his eyes filled with an endless, ruthless chill.
The blood collected in the fuller of the chilling longsword froze into tiny ice crystals that fell to the ground.
The surrounding Profound Armor Army formed tight battle formations. Their long spears were a forest of steel, their steps perfectly synchronized as they steadily closed in on the Celestial Cicada Sect disciples, shrinking their space to move.
"Fire!"
