How deep did Luo Chen's killing intent run?
It was impossible to measure!
Throughout his life, he had left fields strewn with the dead and fought one bloody battle after another. He was especially fond of offensive spells that struck across vast areas.
The lives that had ended at his hands were beyond counting.
During ordinary cultivation, he had often used the Cleanse Spell and Dragon Slaying Art to remove the lingering blood fiendish aura from his body, fearing it would affect him.
But though the baleful aura was gone, his killing intent had only grown purer and more concentrated.
He had kept that killing intent suppressed for years.
Until now!
When it spread without the slightest restraint, everyone of comparable cultivation was horrified, as if thorns pressed against their backs.
And the darkness that had enveloped Luo Chen had vanished. Everyone knew exactly what that meant.
Demon Emperor Wu Guang had fallen!
Another Fourth Order Demon Emperor had died at his hands!
Who in the Tyrant Blade Domain could stop him now?
Once he joined any one of the battles, how much confidence could the Demon Race still have when they were already struggling to hold on?
Almost as soon as Luo Chen's killing intent spread, the situation in every battle shifted slightly.
The Demon Emperors attacked more fiercely and ranged farther afield.
The shockwaves from battles at the Nascent Soul level inflicted immeasurable damage on the land.
An Earth Vein was pierced, and scorching magma surged into the sky.
Amid the foul winds and rain of blood, a brilliant blaze of war was added.
Luo Chen stood atop a pillar of magma, with no intention of joining a battle between his peers.
His gleaming Spirit Eyes swept in every direction.
The Blood Sword in his hand rang sharply.