Yue Qianchou was utterly speechless. Dignified disciples of the upper realm immortals had actually been killed in such numbers by a bunch of second-rate hoodlums from the mortal world. He could not help showing an expression caught between tears and laughter. Seeing this, Nong Zhu immediately sighed and consoled him, "No one expected things to turn out this way, but what's done is done. The dead can't come back to life, so what else can we do?" "Cut that out!" Yue Qianchou waved a large hand. "We still have to make a living in the Immortal Realm in the future. You killed so many people and made enemies of at least several hundred sects.
"Let me ask you—when you acted, did you pull up the weeds by the roots? If you were going to do it, you should have done it thoroughly and cleanly. Don't leave too many handles for others to seize, or we'll be beset by troubles in the Immortal Realm later. You must know that all of you will be showing your faces in the Immortal Realm eventually! Offending one or two sects is nothing, but offending hundreds of sects is no joke..."
Everyone was stunned. They had thought this fellow blamed them for killing too many people. Who would have thought he did not care about that at all? What he cared about was whether they had been ruthless enough, whether they had killed thoroughly enough. They had truly underestimated the breadth of this Punishment Envoy of the Demon Ghost Domain. Back then, he had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
Nong Zhu's mouth twitched as he pondered. "It should have been handled rather thoroughly. Everyone was in a rush to get the goods, so basically, we'd rather kill the wrong ones than