Among the martial artists who had fallen within that blood mist were their close friends, their Dao companions, and even disciples in whom they had placed great hopes.
The surviving powerhouses slowly turned their heads.
Bloodshot eyes locked fiercely onto the distant white-robed figure still standing with his hands behind his back, the hatred in their gazes nearly solidifying into something tangible.
"Outer Realm Demon, you deserve to die!"
"Every man has the right to kill an Outer Realm Demon!"
"..."
Curses brimming with venom echoed one after another through the void.
Qin Yan felt those gazes that wished to devour him alive, yet his expression remained as calm and unruffled as an ancient well.
This was the martial world—where the strong devoured the weak. Either you died, or I did.
If he had lacked strength, then he would have been the one slaughtered today. These native powerhouses would never have shown him even a shred of mercy.
Had he faced such a scene when he had first entered the martial path, he might have felt pity and shown mercy.
But now, he had reached the Grandmaster realm. He was no longer the inexperienced youth he had once been.
His heart had become incomparably hardened.
Or perhaps this was the truest law of survival in the martial world.
Bai Jingyuan's gaze toward Qin Yan was likewise filled with undisguised ruthlessness.
More than a hundred Grandmaster powerhouses—the backbone of the Eastern Region—had been slaughtered by the other side in less than a quarter of an hour.
This blood feud could never be reconciled.
"Outer Realm Demon, die!"
Bai Jingyuan's Golden Body formed seals rapidly before his chest. Complex and mysterious silver sigils flew from his fingertips, all sinking into the silver formation diagram above his head.
"Mirror Lake Light-Splitting Slash!"
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