Chapter 473: Only the Eight Desolations

Slash! Amid the murmurs, Frank Yale struck down another Wind and Cloud Ranking disciple with a single sword. "We had no beef; you asked for this," he said coldly, holding the blood-dripping Red Sky Sword. He twisted his neck as he walked away, bloodstains on his clothes, exuding an aura of menace and determination, his face cold as ice, without a trace of compassion. Lately, he had been on a real rampage. But as he said, they were the ones who provoked him. In the world of cultivators, it's a ruthless...