"Is this senior Song's strength... ?"
Xiao Han looked at the pile of strength under his feet in a daze as he walked forward. Ever since he had followed Song Qingruo and left the place, he had followed her all the way here.
Although the result was simple, the process was not as simple as imagined.
Along the way, there was blood everywhere. Of course, it was not their own but someone else's. Song Qingruo in front of him was simply a god of killing.
Xiao Han had always thought that he was crazy enough to be able to increase his cultivation level by killing with the murder word in hand. He almost wanted to go up and kill everyone he saw.
However, compared to Song Qingruo in front of him, he was nothing. In Xiao Han's eyes, Song Qingruo was like a god of death in front of him.
Along the way, whenever she met someone who was not a disciple of the Qionghua Sword Sect, this young lady only had one act: kill.
