Slash!
As the sword dyed crimson by the blood of his enemies moved like cutting wind. Wang Ling beheaded the Sect Master of the Shadow Claws Sect and harvested his middle-grand saint soul.
"Cursed you, y0ou fucking lunatic of a… no, noooo!" Wang Ling listened with an ice-cold stare as he erased the consciousness of the Sect Master. Now, the soul in his hands was a mere ball of pure energy.
Wang Ling looked around and a mountain of corpses and a river of blood was formed behind him. Buildings were destroyed. Limbs and entrails were scattered all over the place. Sword marks were marked on the walls.
"Have you cleaned out this place already?" Bai Xue flew down from above and questioned Wang Ling of the situation, behind her was a ball of blood swirling about, "There is no more Shadow Claws Sect disciple in this city, how about here?"
