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That battlefield was like Asura Hell!
Blood stained the ground and spread to the sky.
Cold, headless corpses were scattered all over the place. Those decapitated corpses were considered to be in a better condition. Many of them were directly torn apart by the sword-light. Their flesh and blood were splattered everywhere and could not be pieced back together.
The thick smell of blood filled the entire place and made people nauseous.
Among those who were lucky enough to survive, there were some genius disciples who had seen the world. However, they could not help but feel shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.
In the center of the battlefield, Jian Wushuang stood alone at a low altitude with the Blood Mountain Sword's tip pointed to the ground. The blood on the sword slowly dripped down.
At that moment, he was like a killing god.
In such a short period of time, he had only disappeared and reappeared seven times. However, in these seven times, he had killed at least seventy to eighty genius disciples.
One should know that there were only hundreds of geniuses who were besieging him.
More than half of them were slaughtered in a short period of time. Only 30 to 40 geniuses were lucky enough to escape.
"He's a devil!" Someone shouted in horror.
The word 'devil' came to everyone's mind.
Some were frightened, some were shocked, and some were heartbroken.
"Junior Brother!"
"Senior Sister!"
Some mournful screams were heard one after another, making the entire battlefield seem extremely miserable.
"Jian Wushuang, how dare you kill our Snow Sun Sect disciples? Just you wait, the Snow Sun Sect will never let you go. " A Second-Class Divine Demon from the Snow Sun Sect pointed at Jian Wushuang and screamed with a trembling voice.
It could not be helped. The Snow Sun Sect was a large sect after all. Eight of their disciples had entered Saint's Tomb, including two First-Class Divine Demons. However, only two of the eight Snow Sun Sect disciples survived during the short period of Jian Wushuang's massacre.
"That's right. The Sky Shadow Sect will seek justice for our dead disciples!"
"Jian Wushuang, just you wait!"
"Even if you have Narcissus Island behind you, it won't be able to save you if you slaughter the disciples of various sects without any scruples."
The geniuses who were lucky enough to survive all glared at Jian Wushuang. Because they were relatively far away, they were not worried that Jian Wushuang would attack them. As a result, the fear in their hearts slowly dissipated. Instead, monstrous hatred and resentment rose up.
Jian Wushuang slowly lifted his head and observed the expressions of these geniuses. He also heard their clamoring words. The corners of his mouth curled slightly as he revealed a disdainful smile. Jian Wushuang was truly disdainful.
"Genius?"
"A bunch of trash like this, how can they be called geniuses? Ridiculous! "
Jian Wushuang withdrew his Blood Mountain Sword and did not bother to look at these so-called genius disciples. Instead, he turned around and walked toward Zhuo Bing and the others.
As for those disciples, although they were clamoring to take revenge on Jian Wushuang, none of them dared to move or even take a step forward.
This was because once they stepped forward, they might immediately die under Jian Wushuang's sword.
When they saw that Jian Wushuang was ignoring them, they naturally clamored even louder. Of course, they also immediately reported what had happened to the elders and experts of their respective sects.
"Little Brother."
"Junior Brother Wushuang."
Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, Zhong Yi, Su Tong, and the disciples of Narcissus Island and Ancient Star Temple came before Jian Wushuang. They looked at Jian Wushuang with deep respect and even fear.
Jian Wushuang's massacre not only frightened the genius disciples who were besieging him, but it also frightened them at the same time.
Even Zhuo Bing, who was Jian Wushuang's sister, had a trace of fear in her eyes at that moment.
She had only met Jian Wushuang in Saint's Tomb. After a few days of contact, she had the impression that Jian Wushuang was gentle, easy to talk to, and seemed to have a good temper.
Not only her, but almost all the disciples of Narcissus Island also thought so.
Who would have thought that Jian Wushuang would be so terrifying when he started killing?
He was simply a demon, a peerless killing god!
Most importantly, he had monstrous strength to rely on.
"Little Brother, are you okay?" Zhuo Bing asked cautiously.
"I'm fine, just a little trouble." Jian Wushuang smiled. In front of those geniuses who besieged him, he was a killing god, a peerless demon. However, in front of Zhuo Bing and his family and friends, Jian Wushuang was still gentle and humble.
"Little trouble?" Zhuo Bing and the others smiled bitterly.
"Junior Brother Wushuang, this is not a small trouble, you are in big trouble." Zhong Yi exclaimed in admiration. "You've killed seventy to eighty people in this massacre. These people were all genius disciples from various sects. I just took a closer look and found that the disciples you've killed were from nearly twenty sects. Although the strength of most of the sects was relatively average, there were still a few big sects among them."
"Most importantly, you've also killed Pang Tao!"
Zhuo Bing, Ling Dan, and Su Tong's faces sank.
Yes, Pang Tao!
That was the most important thing.
Pang Tao was not only one of the Twelve Minor Kings, but most importantly, he was one of the most outstanding genius disciples of the Great Compassion Sect. His master was the Great Compassion Sect's Supreme Elder, Fan Jianxian, who was recognized as the number one sword cultivator in Wusha Wilderness!
How could the Great Compassion Sect pretend nothing had happened when such a disciple died in the hands of Jian Wushuang?
How could that be possible?
"Although this is Saint's Tomb and it's a battle for position tokens where people fight for each other's life and death is up to fate and no one can blame anyone for being killed, the commotion you've caused this time is too big. Even Narcissus Island may not be able to withstand the wrath of so many sects, including the Great Compassion Sect," continued Zhong Yi.
"Moreover, even if Narcissus Island is strong enough to withstand the wrath, the Great Compassion Sect and those other sects will definitely feel indignant. They'll definitely go after you at all costs. If they can't deal with you openly, they'll resort to underhanded means. In short, Junior Brother Wushuang, I'm afraid you're going to have a hard time in the future."
"Senior Brother Zhong Yi is right. Those sects are all sanctimonious. They definitely won't let this go," said Su Tong.
"Maybe, but you don't have to worry too much. Different situations call for different actions. What's done is done, there's no point in regretting it." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, but he still looked calm and relaxed.
He never regretted killing.
Killing one person was killing, and killing ten thousand people was also killing. To him, the only difference was whether the other party should be killed or not.
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