C194 It Was Snowing

"Kill..."

Someone roared, and in unison, dozens of cultivators at the Imperial Grace Realm sprang into action.

The word "kill," shouted from their lips, spread out in all directions with an eerie resonance.

It soared into the heavens, shaking the land far and wide with the force of a rainbow, encapsulating a myriad of emotions.

Under the weight of that word