On the shores of Reed Island, Li Huowang stood there holding the blood-drenched bamboo slips in his hand.
The other people, with ghastly pale faces, stood not far away, huddled together, watching him.
They had not yet recovered from the shock of the recent events.
Li Huowang's expression was hesitant, for now, all he had to do was throw with force, and these extremely evil bamboo slips that could make one vomit from just looking at them would sink into the lake's mud, never to see the light of day again.
This seemed like a very good choice, as the power of Bahu was not something to be borrowed lightly. If left in the world, the slips would only bring endless suffering to others.
After pondering for a long time, Li Huowang ultimately stuffed the bloodstained bamboo slips back into his chest.
Despite the extreme bloodthirstiness of the methods recorded within, they were indeed very effective.
If a common water bandit like Yuan Er could use them, then he certainly could as well.
