The Insignificant
This one-sided slaughter was like deliberately shoving the crowd into hell. The Spirit-Absorbing Method was practically invincible at large-scale killing. And apart from that technique, the Soul-Shattering Gale had once been the primary tool by which the supreme ruler of the Demon God Realm enforced his reign. Even the Demon Venerable had no right to choose his successor. The deterrent power this sword brought was the greatest of all. It had existed for slaughter from the very beginning, and paired with the Spirit-Absorbing Method, it was a match made in heaven.
As the master of one peak, Ye Lingling had already realized that no matter how many people charged forward, they would only be walking to their deaths. I, who had come for revenge this time, was decisive and utterly fearless of slaughter. Thus, she kept ordering the disciples and elders of her peak to retreat. By the time I had killed almost everyone, the entire scene had bizarrely been reduced to her faction, along with another peak that had refused to come forward—probably the remnants of the Ye family.
Those who had charged forward were already retreating like the tide, their faces filled with shock and fear. The moment I attacked, more than a dozen elite fighters had been blasted into incorporeal forms. No one would want to experience that! Each peak had no more than one Ninth Tribulation expert at its head, while the Eighth Tribulation cultivators were the strongest elites. Even if there were more of them, they were merely the heads of the various halls. The Eighth Tribulation elites under their command numbered only a hundred or two hundred in total, and because they knew someone was coming for revenge, they had all gathered here. But it was obvious now that numbers alone could