As for Lin Qiye, he didn't feel anything in his heart.
He was just a little tired.
After all, he had killed 400,000 cultivators. His arms were a little sore, and his eyes were quite dry.
"Phew - Killing people is really tiring! If I hadn't already lit up the Four Gates of Heaven, I'm afraid I would have collapsed from exhaustion..."
Lin Qiye heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he swept his cold gaze across the Qing Xuan Sect.
"The remaining survivors are basically good people. There are also some common people who were captured and brought here to serve as laborers..."
Without a doubt, the Qing Xuan Sect had been destroyed.
He had achieved his goal!
And so, Lin Qiye's cold voice resounded through the clouds.
"Today, the Qing Xuan Sect is reduced to ashes! The remaining disciples must live a good life. If you dare to kill common people, my butcher's knife will be stained with the blood on your neck."
