Duan Chief Seat refused anyone's help. He merely deployed five hundred thousand people to various places aboveground to wait for the bodies to be collected.
That day, Duan Chief Seat's black-clad figure kept shuttling through the underground.
He kept appearing and disappearing.
It was as though King Yama were making his rounds.
Thus, the corpses at every entrance appeared one after another, as if mountains had been conjured from thin air.
With a whoosh, thousands piled up.
They were stacked high.
Duan Xiyang found killing people far too convenient.
With one sweep of his spiritual sense, he thrust out his spear, and a million streams of Spear Qi shot out automatically like snakes that could turn corners, seeking their targets.
Wherever they passed, none survived.
For Duan Xiyang, whether they were underground emperors, underground protectors, or whatever experts, it was meaningless to boast about how high their cultivation was before him.
If you're truly more formidable than me, then wouldn't all of Divine Capital already belong to you? Killing them was effortless.
The only troublesome part was transporting the corpses out.
After all, they couldn't be left to rot there.
That trouble was trouble for others, but for Duan Xiyang, it merely cost a little more spiritual energy—and he replenished it faster than he consumed it.
With a roll of spiritual energy, all the corpses floated out as though they could walk, gathering outside and appearing abruptly in heaps.
Fang Che had killed with great fanfare aboveground, shaking the world, but in terms of numbers, he had not even killed one-fortieth of what Duan Chief Seat had! Who could have imagined that Yan Nan would send the number one expert under heaven, Duan Xiyang, to sweep through the Underground World?
The boundless Underground World.
Duan Xiyang rampaged through it like