Blade Rhyme, Nearly Ten Billion Martial Virtue Points

Blade Rhyme, Nearly Ten Billion Martial Virtue Points. "Master, it's right here."

After space rippled, Shi Yan appeared above a valley, followed by the Spatial Rift Python's aggrieved complaint.

"When I was weak, those stinking eagles bullied me. They nearly ate me."

"Mm. I'll kill them all. Don't make a move."

Shi Yan's gaze swept across the edge of the valley, where Golden-Thread Demon Eagle nests were scattered everywhere.

Their numbers were not great, but each one possessed a powerful aura, stronger than the crocodiles at Azure Moon Lake.

This was the first place where the Spatial Rift Python had come to settle old scores, and it was also one of Shi Yan's destinations!

Because this place was one of the red-dot markings on the map Sen Bei had given him.

"Die!"

Before the Golden-Thread Demon Eagles had any time to react, the Saint-Class perfection Void-Burning Cold Gleam shot forth.

And this time, the flame used to condense the cold gleam was Nether Ghost Fire!

With no one around, he no longer needed to deliberately conceal anything. Nether Ghost Fire extinguished souls without harming bodies.

After all, intact demon beast bodies were very valuable.

Very quickly, in only a few breaths, the valley that stretched for tens of thousands of miles no longer contained a trace of life.

"Go collect all the corpses."

Shi Yan tossed the shrunken Flying Palace, Silver Shark, to the Spatial Rift Python.

The Flying Palace contained space no smaller than a planet, making it perfect for storing things. Later, he could hand it directly to Xin Na for processing, saving himself the trouble of stuffing things into Space Rings and shifting them back and forth.

"Master, they're all... all dead?"

The Spatial Rift Python stood rooted to the spot, its mind nearly unable to process