Only five thousand four hundred and twenty years?
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly, staring at the rather paltry figure on the panel, a little disgruntled.
That little loach had been no slouch in battle. He had even forced her to get serious.
Why had he yielded less Dao Cultivation than those old bastards outside, who did nothing but throw their age around?
On second thought, she understood.
Strong as he was, he had still been a budding genius. Even counting every last year, that was all the time he had lived.
Dao Cultivation, after all, was something accumulated over the long grind of years.
Even a heaven-blessed prodigy was just dead once he died. He was less substantial a prize than those old good-for-nothings who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Jiang Yuechu shook her head, dismissing her displeasure.
She slowly raised her eyes and swept her gaze over the remaining demons in the hall.
By now, the demons of every stripe had been scared out of their wits.
Even that arrogant youth had been slaughtered like a chicken. Even the Soaring Heaven Great Sage had been cut in two.
What could rotten fish and foul shrimp like them possibly do?
Boom-!!!
Billowing black mist instantly sealed the hall's stone doors.
The crescent blade rose, and blood poured like a waterfall.
It could hardly even be called a battle. It was merely a harvest.
Her hand rose; her blade fell.
Heads rolled to the floor, and mutilated bodies toppled.
In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The vast hall on the first level fell deathly silent once more.
Jiang Yuechu flicked the blood from her blade and turned toward the corner.
The Red Sun Demon Venerable huddled against the wall, his aged