Over the years, the Kyushu Continent has been ravaged by war. Every year, small forces like the Xuan Tian Sect are uprooted, but more emerge like mushrooms after rain, claiming territories and further muddling the situation.,At this moment, Lu Ye felt a chill run down his spine. He saw a faint blue light flowing through the palm of the other person's hand.,He had also secretly assessed that even the lowest-cultivation cultivator in Xieyue Valley could easily beat ten of him.。