"Everyone, you can still retreat now. Otherwise, no innocent souls will fall beneath my sword."
The City Lord smiled. "I have long heard that Lu Ziyin of Shu Mountain is the foremost swordsman among the younger generation. Today, I shall seek your guidance."
"One last question. Why did you plot to slaughter so many citizens of Coiled Dragon City?"
"Cultivation!"
"Oh? With so many citizens, how will you dispose of the corpses?"
The City Lord spat out three words. "Myriad Souls Banner."
Li Xuanxiao's expression changed slightly upon hearing those three words.
Lu Ziyin, on the other hand, clearly had no idea what the Myriad Souls Banner was.
"What is that?"
"An ancient magical artifact capable of refining the bodies and souls of others, making them vanish without a trace," the City Lord said blandly.
Among all the records of the Central Continent, there was simply no magical treasure by that name.
Li Xuanxiao understood because he was a transmigrator.
In the novels of his previous life, the Myriad Souls Banner was a magical artifact that could devour souls.
It was also a classic demonic-path artifact in true novels. Both souls and fleshly bodies could be sealed within the Myriad Souls Banner, then summoned during battle.
Usually, it was filled with the souls and bodies of cultivators, though some also stuffed in Spirit Monsters and beasts.
The Myriad Souls Banner's power would rise with the quantity and quality of the souls within it, making it a growable magical artifact.
Yet in this world, no such magical treasure existed at all.
Li Xuanxiao immediately thought of the other person who had transmigrated just like him.
Could it be him?
But judging by the City Lord's appearance... it did not seem likely...
"Evil heretic, die at once!!"
Lu Ziyin drew his sword.