"Ha ha ha..." Berlusken could not help but burst into triumphant laughter at the sight before him. His laughter echoed throughout Star-Moon Castle. "Samaranch, when you drove me onto Demon Snake Island, you never imagined this day would come, did you? Today, I'll kill every man in your family and turn every woman in your family into a slave beneath my crotch..."
Inside the hall were hundreds of elderly, weak, women, and children—the family of Samaranch, the Star-Moon Sword Saint. At this moment, desperate cries had risen among them. Outside the hall, the remnants of the Star-Moon Sword Sect numbered just over two hundred. More than half of them were covered in blood, swords in hand, forming the final line of defense before the hall entrance...
In Berlusken's eyes, those guarding the hall were no longer worth worrying about. The Star-Moon Sword Sect's only level-thirteen Battle General had just been killed by him. That man had been the most gifted of all Samaranch's sons, and the current head of the Star-Moon Sword Sect on Star Moon Island. After killing him and a level-eleven expert from the sect, the strongest among those remaining was only level nine.
These Star-Moon Sword Sect disciples, whose highest level was only nine, could not even launch Battle Qi beyond their bodies, much less Sword Qi. Even if there were still one or two hundred of them, in the eyes of a level-fifteen Battle Spirit, they were no more than ants, easily crushed with the turn of a hand. From the terrified gazes of those Star-Moon Sword Sect disciples still struggling, Berlusken felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
At this point, Berlusken even felt that he had killed Samaranch's son a little too quickly. If that man had been left alive, he would have had an