Only five thousand four hundred and twenty years?
Jiang Yuechu furrowed her brows, staring at the rather paltry number on the panel. She couldn't help feeling a little vexed.
This little mud loach had been no slouch in battle. It had even forced her to get serious.
So how come the Dao Cultivation it gave her was less than what she got from those old turtles outside who did nothing but trade on their age?
Then again, thinking it over, she found it reasonable.
Though the creature was strong, it was still a bona fide young prodigy. All told, it had only lived for so many years.
Dao Cultivation ultimately came from years of accumulation.
Even the most heaven-gifted genius was dead once dead. Those old good-for-nothings who had lived for tens of thousands of years were still worth more.
Jiang Yuechu shook her head, dispelling her brief irritation.
She slowly raised her eyes and swept her gaze over the remaining demons in the hall.
By now, the various demons and monsters had long since been scared witless.
Even that arrogant young man had been butchered like a chicken, and Soaring Heaven Great Sage had been cut in two with a single stroke.
What could a bunch of good-for-nothing riffraff like them possibly do?
BOOM—!!!
Billowing black mist instantly sealed off the stone doors of the hall.
The Crescent Moon Blade rose, and a torrent of blood-red light followed.
It could hardly be called a battle. It was simply a slaughter.
Her blade rose and fell.
Heads rolled, one after another, and mangled bodies toppled to the ground.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea,
the vast first-floor hall had fallen silent once more.
Jiang Yuechu flicked the droplets of blood from her blade