It was infuriating.
Jian Wushuang's massacre in Saint's Tomb could only be described as infuriating.
In less than half a day, he had slaughtered more than 150 people.
The weakest among those 150 people were Second-Class Divine Demons. Moreover, they were not ordinary Second-Class Divine Demons, but genius disciples from various sects.
They were treated like treasures in their respective sects. Every loss of one of them was heartbreaking for the sects. However, Jian Wushuang slaughtered those genius disciples like they were lambs.
"Lunatic, lunatic!"
"Jian Wushuang is an out-and-out devil, a killing god!"
"I heard that he's only in his twenties this year. He has such a strong murderous intent at such a young age. What will happen if he continues to grow?"
"Kill! We have to kill him! We have to avenge our dead disciples! We have to kill this demon before it's too late!"
A large number of sects' experts were furious.
If Jian Wushuang had only offended a dozen or so sects when he slaughtered once, he had offended more than half of the sects in Wusha Wilderness after half a day of massacre.
Those sects were full of killing intent toward Jian Wushuang.
In a corner of the plain, the three Narcissus Island elders were under greater pressure as Jian Wushuang killed more people.
"Things are getting out of hand. It's completely out of our control," said Elder Linghe coldly.
"In my opinion, Jian Wushuang is right to kill those people. Those people came for his head, so there's no need to show mercy," said Elder Wujian.
"That's true, but the number of sects involved this time is too large. He has offended more than half of the sects in Wusha Wilderness. Under such circumstances, even if Jian Wushuang manages to walk out of Saint's Tomb alive, I'm afraid he'll have to bear the wrath of those sects. I'm afraid Narcissus Island won't be able to protect him," said the Seventh Elder.
It had been a long time since something like this had happened in the Wusha Barren Region.
However, there was no doubt that Jian Wushuang's crazy massacre had aroused public anger.
Indeed, Narcissus Island could not protect Jian Wushuang under the wrath of the various sects.
"Now, we can only let that little guy fend for himself." Elder Wujian sighed.
The situation before him was something he had never expected.
Previously, he thought that Narcissus Island would try to shelter Jian Wushuang as long as he could walk out of Saint's Tomb alive. However, that was no longer possible.
Jian Wushuang was still slowly walking forward in Saint's Tomb.
He didn't know where he was going either. He just kept walking forward, killing wherever he went.
Up until now, his face was still very calm without the slightest ripple of emotion.
In his previous life, Jian Wushuang had seen a lot of big battles that were countless times crazier and crueler than this one. He had lost count of the number of people he had killed, so he was already numb to it. Killing just over a hundred genius disciples did not affect him at all.
"These sects' disciples have learned to be smart."
Jian Wushuang's soul power had been sweeping out. He could sense that there were many disciples gathered in the void near him, but no one acted rashly. They just followed him and did not let him disappear from their sight.
There was nothing they could do about it.
In the beginning, those sect's genius disciples wanted to kill Jian Wushuang with their own abilities and monopolize the reward for the reward. However, after half a day of killing, those who were still hoping for a fluke had completely understood.
It was impossible for one or two sects to join forces against Jian Wushuang. Instead, they would be directly slaughtered by Jian Wushuang.
To really deal with Jian Wushuang, they would need more experts to join forces.
At least ten sects would need to join forces to stop more than hundreds of disciples from besieging Jian Wushuang. Only then would they have any hope of killing Jian Wushuang.
Therefore, they could only wait for more sects around them to gather.
Jian Wushuang knew what those sects' disciples were planning, but he didn't care.
As long as those disciples did not take the initiative to attack him, he would not kill wantonly. However, if they dared to attack him, Jian Wushuang would not show any mercy. He would kill as long as he could kill them, regardless of which sect they were from or what kind of background they had.
After all, he had already offended many sects.
For him, killing one person was killing, killing ten thousand people was also killing.
Similarly, offending one sect was offending, offending other sects was also offending.
If all the sects in Saint's Tomb wanted to kill him in exchange for the reward, he would not mind slaughtering all the sect's genius disciples in Saint's Tomb!
As time went by, more and more sect disciples gathered around Jian Wushuang.
"I'm afraid it won't be long before the Great Compassion Sect's people arrive, right?" Jian Wushuang murmured.
After half a day of slaughter, he did not encounter anyone from the Great Compassion Sect because he was killing too quickly. However, many sects were now surrounding him and passing the news to each other. The Great Compassion Sect knew his location and would definitely rush over as soon as possible.
"Hmm?"
Jian Wushuang's expression suddenly changed as he raised his head and looked ahead.
There were five figures standing in front of him.
Among the five figures, only one was a First-Class Divine Demon while the other four were only Second-Class Divine Demons. They should be from a relatively ordinary sect.
However, what surprised Jian Wushuang was that if ordinary sect disciples saw him, they would either try to kill him or quickly retreat to the side and make way for him. However, the sect in front of him had no intention of bypassing him immediately.
Jian Wushuang smiled faintly and immediately went forward.
"Senior Brother, Jian Wushuang is here," said a Second-Class Divine Demon among the five figures nervously.
"I know." The First-Class Divine Demon among the five nodded heavily, but there was still a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang was now a Killing God. Who dared to block his way?
"Don't worry, we're not here to make him our enemy." The First-Class Divine Demon forced himself to be calm. When Jian Wushuang appeared in front of him, he immediately bowed and saluted. "Su Nan from Ice Fire God Palace greets Senior Brother Wushuang."
"Ice Fire God Palace?" Jian Wushuang's heart skipped a beat and finally understood why the five people in front of him did not bypass him when they saw him.
"Oh, it's you guys from Ice Fire God Palace. I wonder how my second brother is doing in your palace?" Jian Wushuang smiled.
Ice Fire God Palace was a medium-sized sect in Wusha Wilderness. Jian Wushuang knew about it because his second brother, Zhuo Peng, was a disciple of Ice Fire God Palace.
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