Ten, twenty, fifty!
Li Han wielded both swords in flight, killing more and more people.
At first, Li Han only slaughtered those who attacked him.
But later, he killed anyone who entered his field of vision.
For a time, blood flowed like rivers.
Throughout the inner city, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams rang out without end.
After killing for who knew how long, Li Han, whose Wisdom King Art had reached minor attainment, actually began to feel fatigued.
By then, a mountain of corpses had piled up around him.
His clothes had long been soaked in blood, the blue robes turned into blood-red garments.
Boundless murderous aura swirled around him, seemingly unable to merge into his body any longer.
Li Han looked around and found that not a single living person remained.
"Have I killed them all?"
Li Han muttered to himself. Sweeping out with his spiritual sense, he discovered that he had killed more than several hundred people. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood.
The Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords vanished from his hands. He took out an Energy Recovery Pill and tossed it into his mouth, replenishing the Soul Power he had just expended.
As the Wisdom King Art circulated, it suppressed the restless murderous aura, and the scarlet in Li Han's eyes gradually faded back to their original black and white.
"After this battle, no one will dare provoke me again, will they?"
Li Han muttered, then turned and returned to his residence.
The many soul masters watching from afar all breathed sighs of relief at the sight.
"That was absolutely terrifying! Who would have thought the Blue-clad Sword Ghost's strength had reached such a level? He's practically a madman! He killed anyone he saw! That was several hundred people!"
"Yeah. I only