"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 everyone," the junior said.

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

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

Ed had killed his way inside. He made sure to fight every single person in his way. He did not just walk past them, he attacked, even if they made way for him to pass. 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. Honing his fighting style? With the blood of their eagle faction members? The high-ranked members were angry.

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

"Come," he said and they attacked. Ed accepted the incoming punch with his palm and squeezed. The 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 been 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 sure that 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 in the higher ranks, they have about five times our numbers. Just like we have about three times 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.