Mystic Realm.
"Who are you?"
The moment the words fell, two flashes of cold light streaked through the air.
The two righteous cultivators died where they stood.
"Two of them. One for you, one for me."
One of the black-clad men shook his blade, using Sword Qi to blast the blood from his flying sword.
"It's getting harder and harder to make a living these days. I heard the organization's performance targets have been raised another level.
"They said they want to cut out the organization's bloated parts and make it more efficient."
"If this keeps up, we might as well quit the cult."
"Quit the cult? A whole squad from the Ding Group tried to quit. Not a single one was left alive."
"If you ask me, the higher-ups are all complete idiots. They keep preaching overtime and longer hours, but the benefits get smaller every year."
The two whispered back and forth.
Just then, a pair of merciless iron hands suddenly emerged from the ground.
Caught completely off guard, the two were refined in an instant.
"You dare grumble about the cult behind its back? Courting death!"
A black figure burrowed back underground.
In this environment, only beneath the earth made him feel safe.
The hunting plan had officially begun. Let the young cultivators of the Central Continent taste the terror of death.
Behind him, another shadow silently drew near.
Xuanxiao Flying Kick!
"Ah!"
Soul Search.
Deep in his memories: the objective was slaughter—to kill as many other cultivators in the Mystic Realm as possible, especially disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects.
Li Xuanxiao raised an eyebrow slightly.
Followers of the Death Immortal.
These people worshipped slaughter. The more they killed, the stronger they became, and the greater the blessings they received from the Death Immortal.
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