"Talisman Master Shen, spare me!"
One cultivator still tried to beg for mercy.
Before he could finish speaking,
his head flew into the air.
It was Shen Xuan, who had already flashed forward.
The Water-Splitting Emei Dagger in his hand blurred into a faint shadow.
The other four turned and fled.
But how could they possibly escape!
Four Ice Divine Dragons shot out, piercing the backs of their heads.
He had attacked the five Late Qi Refining Stage cultivators at close range because he was afraid of destroying their Magic Artifacts and Storage Bags.
From the moment Shen Xuan went invisible and descended the mountain to the killing of more than twenty cultivators, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.
The wilderness fell silent.
Ding Yixuan stared wide-eyed, as if he had witnessed the strangest thing in the world.
Shen Xuan calmly went from body to body, searching them.
Their Magic Artifacts and Storage Bags filled even the Beast Bags.
These people had snatched quite a bit amid the chaos.
Now it was all his.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao!"
"Coming!"
Zhao Chunsheng gathered all the corpses together with practiced ease, then cast an enormous Fireball Technique and set them ablaze.
Everyone from the Ding Family stood there, stunned.
Was this the husband of the mortal Ding Yuyao?
Hadn't they said he was an old Talisman Master in his sixties?
He was far too powerful!
Ten times stronger than their family's prodigy, Ding Yixuan!
"Anyone know a wind technique? Make the fire burn hotter!"
"I do!"
A young Ding Family cultivator stepped forward and used the Storm Technique.
The wind fed the flames, making the blaze burn even fiercer.
Soon, the cultivators' corpses had been reduced to ash.
Shen Xuan climbed the slope and tightly secured the Beast Bags to the