"Some people always overestimate themselves and come looking for death."
Ye Lin slowly sheathed the Emperor Sword and said coldly.
At this moment, not a single cultivator in the surrounding sky or on the ground remained intact.
Below, corpses had piled into mountains, and blood flowed into rivers.
Not one of those who had provoked them earlier managed to escape. Every last one had died.
Even those who had merely come to watch the spectacle had been slaughtered indiscriminately.
"Let's go. Let's take a look at this so-called Anxuan Great World."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Lin walked forward. The people behind him withdrew the Blood Baleful aura emanating from their bodies and followed him away.
Long after Ye Lin and the others had departed, a cultivator happened to pass through this place. The instant he saw the scene before him, his face drained of color, and he turned and ran.
It was not because his will was weak, nor because he was cowardly, nor because his Dao heart was unsteady.
It was because he recognized the vast majority of the cultivators in this mountain of corpses. They were all top prodigies from the major forces of the Anxuan Great World.
Now that all these top prodigies had died here, how could he not be afraid?
The matter began to ferment. Soon afterward, powerful experts continuously arrived, and upon witnessing this mountain of corpses, every one of them was utterly shaken.
Just who had gone so utterly mad?
Just who possessed such strength?
Among these corpses, the overwhelming majority had been peerless prodigies, some even at the ninth level of the Golden Immortal realm.
Just who possessed such strength?
To bury all of these people here?
As time passed, the major forces throughout the Anxuan Great World