In an instant, every disciple of the Eight Wonders Sect perished!
The sword light filling the sky vanished, and the seventy-two natal Flying Swords swam like fish into Chen Changming's brow.
A vast cloud of blood mist slowly drifted down from the air.
"These people truly deserved to die!"
Watching the Eight Wonders Sect disciples die miserable deaths, Liu Qingwu merely smiled faintly.
Over the past three days, she had watched Chen Changming repeatedly use soul attacks and sword formations to kill large numbers of demonic-path disciples. She had long since grown accustomed to it and no longer found it strange.
"A man may have no heart to harm a tiger, but the tiger may intend to harm him."
Chen Changming smiled softly. After collecting the spoils, he closed his eyes and resumed cultivating.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick.
Chen Changming rose to his full height and set off once more with Liu Qingwu on their crusade of slaughter against the demonic-path disciples!
During the first three days, he had killed many demonic-path disciples and saved quite a few people as well.
If he discovered at the same time that disciples of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect or the Red Luan Immortal Sect were in danger in different areas, Chen Changming would rush over to support them at once.
Whether they were from the righteous path or the demonic path, Chen Changming would kill them outright!
After killing them, he would tell them about the Holy Fire Token and then urge them to leave Water Moon Cave Heaven.
Only after flying for the time it took to burn an incense stick.
Chen Changming spotted from afar a force of more than a hundred Profound Yin Demon Court disciples sweeping through the area in grand formation.