Everyone Thinks I'm a Weakling?

One hundred percent Calamity Bewitcher transformation!

The monster before everyone's eyes no longer had the slightest connection to the Lord of Withered Void Mountain. It was now a complete and utter Calamity Bewitcher.

After repeated suppression and eruptions, the last shred of humanity had been erased. The Calamity Bewitching Treasure's backlash had succeeded.

This was a freshly born Calamity Bewitcher, brimming with hunger and savagery, its eyes fixed upon living bodies of vigorous flesh and blood.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

As soon as the Calamity Bewitcher opened its mouth, a wild gale formed a massive vortex, sweeping sleeping disciples from the various buildings across the mountain into the air and gathering them into its mouth like a flood.

Crunching sounds rang out as the Calamity Bewitcher ate, blood reddening the gaps between its teeth. Every chew sent up great clouds of bloody mist.

The sect the Lord of Withered Void Mountain had painstakingly built, the disciples he had raised for years, the old servants who had loyally served him, the young followers who had eagerly followed him, even his family and descendants—all of them, without distinction, were fed in like pigs and sheep on an assembly line.

Until their deaths, they did not know that the monster occupying their mountain lord's shell was devouring them alive.

"Withered Void Mountain has become a land of death."

Someone suddenly sighed deeply. It was one of the Great Confucian Scholars. Many formidable figures were hidden among them; with a casual move, they had removed themselves from the gale's sweep and watched the appalling scene unfold.

Though that single bite had not cleaned things up entirely, leaving survivors in many blind spots and around corners.

Withered Void Mountain, as a sect, had been utterly destroyed from this moment onward.

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