When Xue Jin finished speaking, the woods fell briefly silent.
"One."
Boom!
Hundreds of refugees screamed in terror at the fate of the hunched old man and scrambled to flee. Not one dared resist Xue Jin.
Li Sijin and the other disciples had never seen Xue Jin's methods before. Ever since he had been transferred to the Training Hall, he had not killed anyone for a long time. Even at the Daoist Convention, he had carried himself with the composure of a grandmaster.
Seeing the refugees start to flee, Li Sijin and the three Cultivation Hall disciples breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as they thought Xue Jin had only been trying to scare them, he finished counting to ten and truly began a massacre. And he did not kill slowly. Using the Gale Technique, he quickly caught up with them and struck down everyone he encountered with a single sword, men and women, young and old alike.
The sound of blades slicing through flesh rang out again and again, while screams filled the air. Even after Xue Jin had vanished from Li Sijin and the others' sight, they could still hear the distant cries.
The Training Hall disciples hesitated for a moment, then rushed forward one after another.
Seeing this, the three Cultivation Hall disciples looked to Li Sijin, their eyes pleading for help.
Li Sijin came to her senses. "The killing is their business. The Cultivation Hall is responsible for creation and the gathering of cultivation resources. Go call some people over, then find a place to bury all these bodies."
At her words, the three Cultivation Hall disciples felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders and hurried off to find help.
At dusk.
Li Sijin crossed Lingxiao Courtyard and knocked on