Zuo Qiu picked up the Ghost Head Saber and swept it casually through the air. A thin red glow extended from its blade.
This saber was named the Ghost Soul Blade. In battle, its Blood Fiend Qi could devour true qi and feed it back to its wielder. When it killed someone, it could also devour the victim's blood essence and soul.
This saber alone boosted his strength by at least several levels.
Its only flaw was that this Yao Blade was far too vicious. If fed too well, it would devour its master.
Zuo Qiu set the Dao Coin down, poked his head out of the carriage window, and called, "Sect Leader Si, come here."
A figure darted out of a slightly smaller carriage behind him and climbed into Zuo Qiu's carriage.
"Venerable, what are your orders?"
Si Zhiyu wore a respectful expression. Over these past days, he had truly witnessed Zuo Qiu's brutality.
Compared with Zuo Qiu, the Crimson Dragon Cult's past deeds were a little witch standing before a great sorcerer.
There had been tens of thousands of people, and he had slaughtered nearly all of them single-handedly. The sight of him drenched in blood like a demon still chilled Si Zhiyu's heart whenever he recalled it.
"Where are we now?"
"We're already in Qingyun Path. Another eleven hundred li or so will bring us into the territory under Capital City's jurisdiction."
Within the Great Qian Dynasty's territory, the land within eight hundred li of Capital City was governed directly by Fengtian City. The rest was divided into twelve paths, each administered by a governor-general. Each path was further divided into three prefectures and six commanderies, encompassing tens of millions of square kilometers.
Having reached this area, they were no longer far from Capital City.
"Then pick