I, the strongest killer in the world of cultivation, accidentally fell into a small mortal village in the lower realm while ascending.
He wanted to cultivate himself in a low profile, but the village leader's two dogs were kidnapped by evil cultivators to refine medicine.
The whole village cried and begged: "Hero, save the child!"
I sighed and took out the rusty butcher knife.
That night, three thousand people from the evil cultivation sect were split in half along with the mountain gate by a sword energy that fell from the sky.
When the news spread, the entire cultivation world went crazy: That sword energy looked so much like the one who disappeared for no reason a thousand years ago...
