The city was in complete chaos, and no one cared anymore about the disappearance of the Green Heaven or the return of the great sun. This strange sect that had burst in was just like a horde of demons, slaughtering anyone they caught.
"You still think you can run?!"
Zhang Fei Xuan beheaded several practitioners with a slice of his Flying Blood Scythe, and with his other hand raised, the Treasure Pestle shot out a thread of blood, binding the body of the one trying to escape.
"Do you think I, Zhang Fei Xuan, am a vegetarian? If I let you run away, how could I save face?"
He shook his Folding Fan, casually walking toward that person as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
"You, you... spare me, spare me, I didn't do anything, please spare my life, sir!"
The man was so terrified that his face turned pale, but with his body bound by the blood thread, he couldn't even kneel down.
