"Hehe, as expected of demonic cultivators—still slaughtering each other before death. How splendid."
Seeing the man surnamed Liao besieged and killed by his fellow disciples, Chen Changming could not help but chuckle, his tone brimming with mockery.
Disciples of demonic sects were notorious for selfishness. Betraying their word and selling out their comrades was merely commonplace to them.
"Chen Shan! We're trapped in your sword formation anyway, dead no matter what! If you've got the guts, give us a quick death!"
A disciple of the Profound Yin Demon Court raised his head, a trace of fearless resolve flashing through his eyes as he shouted hoarsely.
The others raised their heads as well, staring fixedly at Chen Changming. Though fear lingered in their eyes, there was also a ruthlessness that treated death as home.
"Fine, as you wish!"
Chen Changming nodded indifferently. With a thought, the Three Talents Sword Formation activated once more.
Golden sword light surged down like a tidal wave, and the razor-sharp Sword Qi instantly tore through the air with piercing hiss hiss sounds.
Puff, puff...
Screams rang out one after another as the bodies of the Profound Yin Demon Court disciples were torn apart amid the sword light, turning into a skyful of blood mist.
After killing six people, Chen Changming stopped. The remaining five had been grievously wounded by the Sword Qi and had completely lost their ability to move.
"Senior Sister Liu, I'll leave the rest to you."
Chen Changming spoke to Liu Qingwu.
Liu Qingwu answered, and her Flying Sword shot forth with a howl, utterly killing the five!
The two each collected the Storage Rings and Spirit Treasures of those Profound Yin Demon Court disciples, then turned and left the valley thick with the stench of blood.
"I never imagined Chen Shan would