Chapter 735 Striking First

• Everyone knew members of demonic sects were ruthless, famed for cruelty rather than cowardice.
• No one, however, expected a Near-Divine Level elder like Indus to throw himself onto the ground for the sake of breathing a little longer. His knees hit the stone, and every certainty the War Dragon Guild cultivators held shattered in silence.
• From every corner of the ruined square came a single, unspoken question that seemed to hang in the air like smoke from an untended brazier. What on earth is happening? How can a cultivator standing at Near-Divine Level grovel so shamelessly?