Kill Without Mercy, Bloodbath at Compassion Temple

We showed no mercy, striking with ruthless precision and no hesitation. Every blow was meant to kill.

Demonic monks and demonic Daoists were alike. Though they were human, they were often more dangerous than vicious souls and evil ghosts.

They posed enormous harm to society.

Letting people like them live was cruelty toward everyone else.

As for those eight monks, faced with absolute suppression in strength, they did not stir up the slightest trouble.

Five died on the spot. The other three were barely alive, their eyes full of terror as they looked at us.

I fixed my gaze on one of them and walked straight over.

He was the young monk who had asked Pan Ling for her WeChat earlier.

His face filled with terror as he stammered:

"Don't, don't come over. Killing people, killing people is against the law, against..."

Before he could finish, I kicked him in the temple.

With a bang, his head jerked sideways and split open on the spot.

Blood poured from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Two bubbles of blood gurgled from his mouth, and he died...

The other two had their throats pierced by Mao Jing's sword without mercy, leaving them no chance at all.

By the time Master and Daoist Qingshan approached, all eight Black Monks had fallen in pools of blood. Not one was left alive.

The air still carried a thick stench of blood.

Though it was not my first time killing someone, seeing eight living people dead on the ground still stirred my emotions.

But they were only ripples. There was not a trace of pity, much less fear...

It was not over yet. When people died, their souls remained.

We would not spare the souls of demonic Daoists either.

With our cultivation, all we could do