On This Path, No Regrets! (Second Update)

Because he had to wipe out every cultivator, Master of Abyssal Sea only needed to kill with every step. There was no need for him to unleash his full speed; he even seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll.

The towering giant, eight thousand li tall, strolled at will. He looked slow, but time itself was affected. In the blink of an eye, he had trampled more than a hundred cultivators to death in succession.

"Huff." The cultivators fleeing behind him were trampled to death one after another. To Master of Abyssal Sea, he could not even be bothered to use any other moves—simply stepping on them was enough.

"I can't escape."

North River Emperor understood this in his heart as well.

"When I, North River, was weak, on the World Heart Continent..."