To Walk The Mist

"A lone cultivator . " the junior said and they all paused .

"He is covered from head to toe, no one can see his cultivation mark . But he is strong . He looks as if he is playing with us . " he said and they all paused .

"One of the top ten?"

"No sirs . It does not look like any of them . " the junior answered .

"You say he is playing with us?" another asked in anger .

"A casual chop of his hand can take off a head, yet he stays and fights every one . " the junior said .

"He is making his way here?" one of them asked .

"He has entered the canyon! Run!" some cultivator were seen running away . This caused the high ranked members to pause .

Ed had killed his way inside . He made sure to fight ever single person in his way . He did not just walk pa.s.s them, he attacked, even if they made way for him to pa.s.s . They thought he was here to challenge the high ranked members, but they were wrong . He wanted to fight his way inside . The more he fought, the more experience he got . He had gotten to the level of knowing the right amount of strength to put in a punch that a spirit picking junior could handle . And knew when to raise it to kill them instantly . He was still learning about his strength with it came to the spirit awakening masters .

"Halt! Why have you attacked the eagle faction? State your purpose!"

"I am horning my fighting style . " Ed answered and the speaker"s face turned ugly . Horning his fighting stye? With the blood of their eagle faction members? The high ranked members were angry .

"Fight us, then!" they showed themselves . They were fifteen of them . To Ed, it did not matter who came . He was going to fight every one before he leaves .

"Come . " he said and they attacked . Ed accepted the incoming punch with his palm, and squeezed . Cracking of bones could be heard followed by a scream . He punched the neck of the screamer to silence him, but another bone could be heard cracking . He let go of the broken hand and the cultivator fell to the ground, paralysed .

"Too much strength . " Ed said softly . These words, the other high ranked leaders heard it . Their faces were drained of blood at those words . He was really using them to horn his fighting style . The lower cultivators may have stupid enough to keep fighting, but they were not .

They got a better understanding of the situation, and it was dangerous . This man could not control his strength . He was this man did not know how to control his strength in a fight . He is trying to understand it by instinct .

"Please senior, stay your hands . " one of them pleaded, causing Ed to pause .

"We have many junior and even know where the night-hound faction is . They had a lot of people to help horn your skills . " another bargained . The sight, caused a lot of juniors to go pale . They were sacrificing them? Many turned and started to escape . There was no hope .

"Where are they?" Ed asked .

"Ten miles south of here . "

"What is their rank?"

"They are number eight on the factions rank . " Ed raised a brow at this . He just attacked them, and they were number five on the faction list, but they tell him about a faction on the number eight spot? The speaker understood this and immediately explained,

"You are not looking to climb the ranks, you are looking for people to fight . The lower ranks on the faction list have more members than normal . To keep their ranks and be able to face those on the higher ranks, they have about five times our numbers . Just like we have about three time the numbers of most of the higher ranks . " Ed nodded at this logic . The speaker was right . He needed more people to fight . If so, those lower ranked factions were the best . Even so . . . . .

"Good information . But, you are still right in front of me . " Ed said and they all paled .A lone cultivator . the junior said and they all paused . He is covered from head to toe, no one can see his cultivation mark . But he is strong . He looks as if he is playing with us . he said and they all paused . One of the top ten? No sirs . It does not look like any of them . the junior answered . You say he is playing with us? another asked in anger . A casual chop of his hand can take off a head, yet he stays and fights every one . the junior said . He is making his way here? one of them asked . He has entered the canyon! Run! some cultivator were seen running away . This caused the high ranked members to pause . Ed had killed his way inside . He made sure to fight ever single person in his way . He did not just walk pa.s.s them, he attacked, even if they made way for him to pa.s.s . They thought he was here to challenge the high ranked members, but they were wrong . He wanted to fight his way inside . The more he fought, the more experience he got . He had gotten to the level of knowing the right amount of strength to put in a punch that a spirit picking junior could handle . And knew when to raise it to kill them instantly . He was still learning about his strength with it came to the spirit awakening masters . Halt! Why have you attacked the eagle faction? State your purpose! I am horning my fighting style . Ed answered and the speakers face turned ugly . Horning his fighting stye? With the blood of their eagle faction members? The high ranked members were angry . Fight us, then! they showed themselves . They were fifteen of them . To Ed, it did not matter who came . He was going to fight every one before he leaves . Come . he said and they attacked . Ed accepted the incoming punch with his palm, and squeezed . Cracking of bones could be heard followed by a scream . He punched the neck of the screamer to silence him, but another bone could be heard cracking . He let go of the broken hand and the cultivator fell to the ground, paralysed . Too much strength . Ed said softly . These words, the other high ranked leaders heard it . Their faces were drained of blood at those words . He was really using them to horn his fighting style . The lower cultivators may have stupid enough to keep fighting, but they were not . They got a better understanding of the situation, and it was dangerous . This man could not control his strength . He was this man did not know how to control his strength in a fight . He is trying to understand it by instinct . Please senior, stay your hands . one of them pleaded, causing Ed to pause . We have many junior and even know where the night-hound faction is . They had a lot of people to help horn your skills . another bargained . The sight, caused a lot of juniors to go pale . They were sacrificing them? Many turned and started to escape . There was no hope . Where are they? Ed asked . Ten miles south of here . What is their rank? They are number eight on the factions rank . Ed raised a brow at this . He just attacked them, and they were number five on the faction list, but they tell him about a faction on the number eight spot? The speaker understood this and immediately explained, You are not looking to climb the ranks, you are looking for people to fight . The lower ranks on the faction list have more members than normal . To keep their ranks and be able to face those on the higher ranks, they have about five times our numbers . Just like we have about three time the numbers of most of the higher ranks . Ed nodded at this logic . The speaker was right . He needed more people to fight . If so, those lower ranked factions were the best . Even so . Good information . But, you are still right in front of me . Ed said and they all paled .