At once, the sword qi struck, followed by a scream and crimson blood spraying three feet into the air. Looking toward the sound, a man lay where the sword qi had landed, severed cleanly in two at the waist. His internal organs spilled across the ground as he rolled back and forth, screaming miserably.
Close on the heels of that scream, dozens of men wearing clothes the same color as the grass rose from the bushes on both sides of the road, weapons in hand as they charged at the Emei disciples.
These people were simply not enough for Miejue to kill.
Miejue was truly killing to her heart's content. Relying solely on the sharp sword qi unleashed by the Heaven Sword, she took their lives one strike at a time.
No one could withstand even a single move from her. Anyone she encountered was either cut in half at the waist or split into two, leaving no intact corpse behind. The more than twenty Emei disciples were no pushovers either. Though they suffered casualties, the Ming Cult members paid three times as many lives in return.
In the time it took to speak, only sixteen or seventeen Ming Cult members remained from the ambush on either side.
At this moment, the remaining sixteen or seventeen men, led by a middle-aged man, formed a circle and struggled to hold out. Seeing this, the young man calling himself Zeng A Niu immediately shouted, "Stop!"
Miejue looked at Zeng A Niu. "Boy, do you want to save these Demonic Cult fiends?"
Looking at the ten wounded Ming Cult members, Zeng A Niu took a deep breath and said, "Yes. I ask that you spare them, Master."
After hearing Zeng A Niu's words, Miejue gave a cold snort. Ignoring A Niu, she addressed