Amid screams rising one after another, the Blood Robe Bandits were severed at the waist, their wicked lives ending in pools of blood.
With a gap of two or even three major realms between them, the difference was almost that between immortals and mortals. Hu Ze's Avatar killed the underlings effortlessly, in the mere snap of a finger.
Blood Snake and Blood Eagle dodged the descending claw strike with all their might, abandoning their horses and fleeing in terror. But an instant later, a fox tail formed from demon essence swept past, and the thousand-zhang Dharma Form swatted them out of the sky like flies.
Boom!
The two hit the ground like boulders, the impact leaving every bone in their bodies feeling as though it had come apart.
When they struggled up, panting as they looked around, they saw Hu Ze's Avatar land on the ground and walk slowly toward them.
"Why... why would you intervene personally?" Blood Eagle asked in despair.
Hu Ze's Avatar paused slightly, gave it some thought, then answered seriously, "According to reliable statistics, the vast majority of battles and deaths in this world occur between cultivators of different tiers. Over ninety-nine percent of the dead are killed by experts at least one major realm above them."
"Isn't that what you usually do yourselves? The ordinary civilians and lower-realm cultivators you've killed far outnumber those at your own level."
Blood Eagle opened his mouth, but found himself unable to answer.
Hu Ze's Avatar smiled faintly, yet his gaze was icy. "I could overlook your rampaging through foreign lands, but now you've dared to come onto my territory. You're seeking your own deaths."
"Hah!" Blood Snake Yang Zhaihou leaped up, eyes wide with fury, turning all his blood and vital energy into deadly poison and splashing it