Unity of Primordial Origin

He finished off Li Zongwen.

Qin Shujian immediately turned his attention to another target.

Although he could not see the players' attributes,

the power contained within their bodies could not be hidden.

The higher their cultivation,

the stronger their blood and qi.

Players at the fourth level of Martial Entry and Martial Entry fifth level shone like beacons in the night to Qin Shujian.

And so,

when the players fled,

he immediately locked onto these high-level players.

Having advanced to Martial Entry tenth level,

Qin Shujian's body had reached a terrifying degree of strength.

Along with it came a movement speed so overwhelming that it inspired despair.

Whoosh!!

Qin Shujian's figure darted about at high speed.

Like the weapon of the Grim Reaper, the Tiger Head Saber relentlessly harvested the targeted players.

No player he set his sights on had any chance of escape, regardless of their strength.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the blade bearing down on him, Fu Moyan cursed furiously.

But a moment later,

the saber's gleam engulfed him.

Including this death, Qin Shujian had now killed him twice.

Losing two cultivation levels in succession left Fu Moyan so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

The slaughter continued for over half an hour.

Only after Qin Shujian slew the last player did he finally stop.

By then—

there were no players left anywhere nearby.

The ground was a mess.

Items dropped by the dead players lay scattered everywhere.

"Chief!"

Niu Feng approached him and spoke with awe.

The sight of Qin Shujian slaughtering his way through the enemy had already been etched deep into his mind.

Against so many Otherworlders,

Niu Feng knew in his heart that he would never have stood a chance.

Even with all of Mingai Mountain behind him, he would have been hard-pressed to match them.