It was outrageous.
Jian Wushuang's horrifying killing spree.
In less than half a day, more than 150 disciples were killed.
Among those disciples, the weakest were not ordinary Second-Class Divine Demons but genius disciples from various sects.
All of them were treated as treasures in their sects. Every single loss was painful for those sects, but Jian Wushuang killed them like lambs.
"He's crazy!"
"Jian Wushuang is simply a killing machine!"
"I heard he's only in his twenties this year and already has strong murderous intent at such a young age. What would he become if he's allowed to live?"
"Kill him. He must be killed. I must kill this demon to avenge my disciples who died!"
Many sects' experts were enraged.
If Jian Wushuang had offended more than ten or even twenty sects in merely one of his massacres, he had offended more than half of the sects in Wusha Wilderness after his half a day killing spree.
