"Devil? What devil? Could it be that Ninth-tier Venerable Realm kid?"
Quite a few people quickly noticed that something was not right in that person's words.
A mere Ninth-tier Venerable Realm cultivator—no matter how one looked at him, he was trash barely fit for a fight. What right did he have to be called a devil?
Especially a devil unanimously acknowledged by so many people?
This simply wasn't right, was it?
"That kid—so what if he only has Ninth-tier Venerable Realm cultivation? His combat power is absolutely worthy of the name devil. He can kill even Third Grade Saint Star Position experts with a single slash."
"What? Th-this... how could that be possible?"
"Nothing is impossible. You only find it unbelievable because you haven't experienced it yourselves. But you'll find out soon enough. When that kid kills people of our same cultivation, it's easier than chopping melons and vegetables!"
"No way, how could that be possible?"
The words here had not even finished.
Those who could not believe it had not even wiped the expressions from their faces.
When one miserable scream after another suddenly rang out without end.
"The devil, the devil is here again!"
"That kid has charged over to kill again! Move aside, move aside! Let me retreat a little!"
"Ah!"
"Ahhh..."
The screams rang out one after another.
At the same time, as though they had been crushed by some immense force, crowds surged toward this side in waves.
Scene after scene like this constantly battered the minds of those who had only recently arrived.
Yet on this side, at most, they merely found it unbelievable.
The other side was truly miserable.
This time, when Qin Shaofeng charged into the fray, he no longer intended to hold back.
Before charging in, he had already unleashed the