The seven of them had fallen dead in every direction after just seven strikes.
Red Cloud Daoist, the master of Little Cloud Temple standing at the very back, was so terrified his scalp went numb.
Seeing me come for him, with nowhere left to retreat, he could only unleash his full strength and swing his horsetail whisk at me.
"Demon-Breaking!"
The horsetail whisk lashed toward me, carrying intense surges of astral energy.
Fearless, I merely cursed:
"Fucking idiot!"
With a sweep of my sword, I instantly chopped his horsetail whisk to pieces. The sword tip also sliced open his neck.
Blood sprayed out with a "sizzle, sizzle," like a fountain.
Red Cloud Daoist's face went pale with shock. His mouth hung slightly open as blood continuously streamed from his nose and mouth.
He staggered backward, tossed away the shattered whisk, and clutched his neck with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding.
But I had nearly cut halfway through his neck. How could he possibly stop it?
Death was already inevitable.
He looked at me with unwillingness and terror, trying to speak, but no sound could come out.
Clutching his neck, he turned and staggered away...
Blood had already soaked his clothes red and spilled all over the ground.
I ignored him and used the clothes from a nearby Daoist's corpse to wipe the blood from the Peachwood Sword.
Red Cloud Daoist made it about six or seven steps before his body swayed. He collapsed face-first onto the ground, twitched twice, and died.
But it was not over yet. Death was only the beginning.
Just as Red Cloud Daoist fell, the soul of the middle-aged Daoist I had killed first crawled out.
I looked at Chuyang and said:
"Chuyang, deal with these bastards' ghosts. Destroy their souls directly. Don't hold