Night shrouded the bloodstained grasslands. Xuan Xiao stood on the gore-soaked grass, drenched in blood.
"D-devil! You're a devil!"
He still held a man in his hand. The man trembled in terror, his crotch soaked through.
Xuan Xiao tilted his head, looking as though he had just heard an amusing joke.
"Finished? Then go home."
His hand abruptly tightened, and the head in his grip burst apart. The headless corpse fell to the ground, then dissolved into motes of blue light.
"Hah... hah!"
Xuan Xiao lay straight down on the ground and let out a long breath of relief. The one thousand and first, and the last.
Why the last?
Because, aside from those who had escaped, everyone had either died in the melee or been killed by him.
One thousand and one people. What a fucking auspicious number.
Xuan Xiao forced himself to his feet. This place was too exposed to rest in.
He had no intention of letting someone swoop in and reap an easy reward.
The wings on his back gave a gentle shudder, and he instantly shot into the air, moving so fast that a sonic boom rang out.
He needed to find somewhere safe to make camp as soon as possible. At the very least, he needed a good night's sleep.
What he did not know was that the world channel had already gone berserk.
``` [Monster! There's a monster in the Central Plains! Whatever you do, don't come here!]
[It's terrifying! I saw him kill people with one punch each. Even a Soul Ancestor got instantly killed! Is he even human?]
[Bibi Dong: What monster? A Soul Beast?]
[Your Holiness! Whatever you do, don't come to the Plains! There's a monster here! No, a boy! One boy killed hundreds of us!]
[That's right! Even