"Roar!"
A beast's roar rang across the wilderness.
Above the "ruins" of Wangchuan Sect, a man dressed in a Daoist robe embroidered with a black beast's head rode a True Fire Roaring Dragon Lion, arriving atop clouds of flame.
After descending from the sky, the man looked at the broken bodies strewn across the ground, the dried blood, and the palace reduced to rubble. His brows drew tightly together.
He had come today, following his sect's rules, to collect tribute from Wangchuan Sect as he did periodically. While he was at it, he also meant to see if Wangchuan Sect had any promising young talents he could bring back to Emperor Beast Sect.
But who could have expected Wangchuan Sect to end up in such a state?
"Brother Wang, how did Wangchuan Sect get wiped out?"
Before long, another man flew over and landed beside Wang Yong, his voice carrying a note of surprise.
"We'll find out if we investigate."
Wang Yong took out a talisman.
Once the talisman had burned to ash, several Remnant souls on the plain gradually gathered, forming a hazy human shape.
This "person" looked like a mass of souls, covered in hands, feet, and heads.
Killing Intent coiled around them, slowly devouring their souls.
"What happened to your Wangchuan Sect?" Wang Yong asked, frowning at the disgusting humanoid mass of souls.
"Xiao Mo! It was all Xiao Mo!"
"Xiao Mo killed us!"
"Waaah, Immortal Xiao, spare me, spare me!"
"Xiao Mo of Myriad Dao Sect, I hope you die a horrible death!"
"I've suffered so much. I want to die!"
The human mountain formed from the gathered souls all spoke at once.
Some were weeping.
Some were full of hatred.
Some were begging for mercy.
The din went on without end, but they couldn't offer