The Cloudwing Beast's miserable condition was largely the fault of the middle-aged man in black.
Under his orders, dozens of Soul-Severing Sect disciples attacked in orderly formation, keeping the Cloudwing Beast firmly suppressed.
"Chirp, chirp!"
The Cloudwing Beast shrieked, slaughtering everything around it.
Qin Hao flashed forward, charging straight toward the middle-aged man in black.
Whenever he encountered other Soul-Severing Sect disciples along the way, he killed them without hesitation.
Dragon Refining Mountain was littered with corpses and shattered remains, its blood flowing in rivers.
It was too horrific to behold!
"These two really have a thirst for slaughter."
Fang Lang watched with his heart pounding and his flesh crawling.
These were all True Martial Realm experts, yet they were being slaughtered like dogs.
"Damn it, damn it! Is he really Qin Hao? Since when did the Southern Reach produce such a prodigy?"
Terror filled the middle-aged man's face as he fled desperately.
Behind him, the Soul-Severing Sect disciples' shrill, despairing screams rang out from time to time.
To his ears, those screams sounded like the King of Hell calling for his life. His soul nearly fled his body, and he involuntarily ran even faster.
But just as he accelerated, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded behind him.
The middle-aged man instinctively looked back, and terror overwhelmed him.
At some point, Qin Hao had appeared right behind him.
At the same time, the Setting Sun Sword swept down toward him, carrying a blazing sun.
"No! Qin Hao, don't kill me..."
His face twisted with terror, the middle-aged man abandoned all resistance and begged for mercy.
"When you were hunting us down, why didn't you think of sparing us?"
Qin Hao showed not the slightest mercy. The Setting Sun Sword fell straight down.
With a wet slicing sound, the middle-aged man