Within the True Illusion Realm, Hong Jin was like a god of slaughter. With every lift and fall of his sword, he killed the last Junior Sister still entangling him!
Over a hundred corpses already lay at his feet.
Just over ten minutes ago, they had been beautiful Female Disciples like flowers and jade. Now, they had become piles of lifeless corpses.
Even heartless and ruthless, even brutal devastation of beauty, could not begin to describe the cruelty of Hong Jin's methods.
Yet Hong Jin did not care in the slightest. He was a Martial Artist, and Martial Artists had to be cold-blooded. Once they identified what needed to be done, they had to see it through to the end.
Hong Jin's mind was very clear. Even if he stopped now and let Feng Qingluan leave, Fang Fei would never spare him.
His only chance was to use this time to completely conquer Feng Qingluan's body and heart, making her truly his woman.
Only she, the future Holy Land Successor, could ensure that Fang Fei forgave him. Fang Fei might not care about anyone else's opinions, but she had to care about Feng Qingluan's.
Hong Jin had killed so many Female Disciples, but in the Origin Realm, living beings were as numerous as cattle hair, and there was no shortage of women. What did a few deaths matter?
Many Martial Artists casually destroyed an entire planet or a small star system. How many people would that kill? And weren't they still living just fine?
Why were some ordinary people sentenced to death for killing just one person?
There was no other reason but strength. Those with strength deserved preferential treatment. That was an iron law.
Hong Jin was important—far more important than these Female Disciples. That was where his confidence