Did anyone know how long it took to kill a dozen elder-level cultivators at the nascent soul and spirit severing stages?
Perhaps no one understood that better than the Grand Elder of the Succubus Sect. He knew that the instant Yao Yan struck was the moment he had truly grown tired of them.
He saw the disbelief on the men's faces, the greed that had yet to fade from the women's, and the backs of the few who had prepared to withdraw, only to never take a single step out of the main hall.
All of it turned into a cloud of black ash in a single instant.
Then Yao Yan released the restraints on him, and he saw the faint disgust on Yao Yan's face.
The Grand Elder felt increasingly unable to see through this new Sect Master, who had assumed the position only a few years ago.
The main hall returned to its earlier calm, but the Grand Elder now had a terrible headache.
After all, he had never expected the man before him to start killing without the slightest warning.
Besides, it would have been one thing if the dead were ordinary people, but they were not. They were envoys from more than a dozen demonic sects...
Yes, even demonic sects had an unwritten rule: do not kill envoys.
The Grand Elder could practically foresee the trouble they would face next.
But while he was still nursing his headache, a strand of black mist suddenly drifted over from afar, settling in Yao Yan's hand and turning into a Message Talisman.
Upon reading its contents, Yao Yan raised his eyebrows as though he had discovered something interesting.
Now, every time the Grand Elder saw that expression on Yao Yan's face, he grew afraid. It always felt like a