"Boom...!"
A surge of powerful energy erupted between heaven and earth, reducing an entire mountain range to ruins. Xiao Heng hid in the void nearby and nearly gave himself away. Fortunately, Little Grass had its methods.
"Head east. That should be where they keep their cultivation methods and Dou Techniques. Take those first."
Little Grass's voice sounded in his mind. Xiao Heng nodded slightly, then swiftly darted east through space.
Great battles were erupting everywhere. But rather than battles, they were more like massacres. Before the Soul Clan's overwhelming strength, the Shi Clan had virtually no power to resist.
Xiao Heng turned his head and saw millions of people in the city being slaughtered. Even he found the sight sickening, but he did not stop. There was no point in stopping; he could not save them.
Besides, more people than this had died in the Northwest Continent last time. This was not the greatest number Xiao Heng had ever seen. It was simply that these people were members of the Shi Clan.
Xiao Heng's heart was as hard as iron, and he did not pause in the slightest. Call him cold-blooded or heartless if you wished. In any case, there was nothing he could do.
He had his own future, his own family and friends. He could not sacrifice his life for people he did not know.
All he could do was grow strong enough, then slaughter every one of those butchers. Other than that, he had no choice.
In the end, he was merely a butcher himself. He killed others, and others killed him. Whoever was weak would die. Talking about justice only made one seem hypocritical.
A pack of selfish people—none of them would be worth mourning if they died, including those from the Soul Clan, and including