Province after province bore the traces of Meng Chuan and the others. Cult Masters followed at a distance, trembling with fear yet unwilling to miss this peerless battle.
"Nearly twenty Cult Masters, and now not even half are left," one Cult Master said, his voice shaking.
They were too savage. Where had these Great Fiends come from?
Cult Master-level experts fell one after another, their blood spilling across the sky. Even the heavens over the Three Thousand Dao Provinces seemed stained red.
"Ah!"
A Cult Master roared. His courage shattered, he lost all will to fight and turned to flee.
Whoosh!
Solar True Flame surged, burning the heavens, setting the Great Dao alight, and scorching the Eight Wastelands. The fleeing Cult Master died at Qingjing's hands.
Qingjing's expression did not change, as though she had killed not a Cult Master renowned throughout the Three Thousand Provinces, but a tiny ant.
Given who Qingjing was, mercy was never likely.
In the Emperor's Fall Era, she could be called an emperor's daughter, illustrious throughout the world. What had she not seen?
Back then, if she had grown angry, even a True Immortal's head would not have been safe.
"Spare my life! I can swear upon the Great Dao that I'll never set foot in the Lower Realm again, and I'll never trouble you again!"
A Cult Master shouted, his terror plain in every word.
They were too terrifying, too ferocious. Even a mighty Cult Master's Dao Heart was close to collapse.
This time, Willow God and the others were killing Cult Masters with frightening ease and speed.
He was one of the Cult Masters who had escaped by luck last time. With a Supreme accompanying them to the Lower Realm, he had thought nothing could possibly go wrong.
He had never imagined