The tiny sword light seemed to have a life of its own as it headed towards Chen Xin.
"I hid in the city for three years and refined more than a hundred babies, but you Swordsmen insisted on appearing!"
Qiu Qianchi's expression darkened. The initial excitement in his eyes faded, gradually replaced by a wild and manic gaze.
The thin sword in his hand seemed to be affected by him. The body of the sword gradually turned blood-red, and there was faint blood on it.
Behind him, a diagram slowly appeared.
In the diagram, countless babies were crying, and their cries immediately resounded in the surroundings.
This was not a Dharma, but a diagram of a hundred infants' grudges condensed by Qiu Qianchi after refining more than a hundred of them.
Its trait was extreme Yin.
This diagram was a scroll that Qiu Qianchi had obtained by chance. It recorded demonic techniques.
The methods were extremely cruel.
