The only mercy Jin's minions would show the likes of these people who had collaborated to insult their master was the mercy of death. Their master had always been a shining beacon for a better future, a second chance for some of the monsters even though most had been initially forced to swear fealty.
Nubwort, who was at the very front, was the first to have the pleasure of beating the shit out of these pissy pants cultivators. He took a standard grade six spear out instead of his personal one and stabbed the very first Roaring Tiger in sight. The spear went through his throat smoothly like a pen penetrating a lump of playdough. Blood immediately clogged in the Roaring Tiger Cultivator's lungs and started to flow out of the hole created from the spear. All the cultivator could do was to desperately move his hands towards the spear.
