Hundred Poisons Divine Lord!
Two hundred years ago, that was a name that made all the cultivators of You Province turn pale at the mere mention of a tiger.
No one knew where he had come from, yet the moment this man arrived in You Province, he stirred up a storm of blood and gore. More than a dozen cultivation clans were washed in blood.
He even dared to come knocking at the gates of some mid-sized sects.
After injuring several people in succession, he left unscathed.
Whether it was those sects' restrictive grand formations, or the joint encirclement of several Core Condensation experts, none of them could make him stay.
In the Cultivation World, the strong were revered, and storms of blood and gore played out every day. Yet it also had rules of its own, and there truly were not many fellows as unscrupulous as this.
At first, everyone thought Hundred Poisons Divine Lord had a grudge against those sects or clans. Since it had nothing to do with them, they hung it high and kept away; quite a few even stood off to the side and gloated over their misfortune.
But gradually, everyone began to feel that the way things were developing was somewhat wrong.
The range of Hundred Poisons Divine Lord's attacks grew wider and wider. To be precise, he was like a madman: as long as someone was a cultivator, whether righteous path or demonic path, if he saw them, he would be sure to exterminate them before he was satisfied.
From rookies at the Spirit Movement Stage to experts at the Core Condensation stage, in just half a year, the cultivators who had died at his hands actually already numbered in the thousands.
This was a bit too exaggerated. Though it could not be