As the saying went: when the heart harbored a sharp weapon, murderous intent rose on its own.
After his divine sense broke through to Third Tier Mid-Stage, all manner of Divine Sense Secret Arts had made great strides. Most important of all were the Thunder Corpse and the Yin Fiend Corpse, after they had been refined anew.
The two could fight at the same time, and Wang Yu, who had learned the Heavenly Soul Sect's advanced divine sense techniques, had gradually achieved some success in dividing his attention for multiple uses. Add to that the combat strength of his main body—
He could already truly crush ordinary Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivators.
His hands had already been itching, and he wanted to find someone to test them on. This group had delivered themselves right to his door.
Could he take this anger?
"What are you trying to do?!! This is Yellow White City!"
That person seemingly had not expected that merely raising a request for him to take off his mask and let them have a look would provoke resistance.
Besides, they had already given so much; what harm was there in giving a little more? Did he not see that there were so many of them, and they had still gained nothing at all?
As for what the person involved was thinking in his heart—
Wang Yu did not know, and had even less interest in guessing. But insatiable greed was extremely irritating.
"Noisy."
The Foundation Establishment leader's pupils contracted. He had almost failed to see any movement at all before he felt red and white matter smear all over his face, a thick fishy stench drilling madly into his nasal cavity.
His body trembled as he looked over.
Several familiar Outer Disciples had all transformed into minced flesh,