"Such terrifying power, such unbelievable speed. Even the Divine Strength Realm elders from our cult wouldn't be much stronger than this, would they?"

Elder Chu was utterly shaken when he realized the truth behind Lu Changsheng's strike. What had looked like a single sword strike had actually been thirteen. Zhuang Shisan had unleashed thirteen perfectly placed attacks, with each one landing on a vital point of the Thirteen Riders.

For experts of this level, one strike was enough to seal the fate of their opponent. The Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert fell before they even knew what hit them.

Seeing the riders lay dead, and Elder Chu knew there was no point lingering. He drew back in silence, slipped into a dim chamber of the mountain stronghold, and vanished from the opposite side without making a sound.

Lu Changsheng had noticed him, of course, but made no move to pursue....