For as long as Su Jiu could remember, she had never killed so many people. She moved from one city to another like an emotionless killing machine, leaving swath after swath of bloodshed in her wake.
Half a month later, even some cities far away from them knew Su Jiu's name. As for the demonic cultivators, merely hearing it frightened them out of their wits.
Now, the first thing they did upon encountering Su Jiu was not rise to the challenge, but flee her attack range as quickly as possible. After all, nobody wanted to inexplicably lose their life before they had even gotten a clear look at her.
Perhaps because Su Jiu's slaughter of demonic cultivators in the border cities of the Spiritflight Continent had caused such an uproar, the demonic sects finally began to grow restless.
Inside the gloomy main hall, the foul mood of the man in the seat of honor cast an oppressive atmosphere over the entire chamber.
The sect master of the Night Demon Sect held the records submitted by his subordinates in one hand and lightly tapped the table in a steady rhythm with the other. Everyone felt their hearts flutter with apprehension.
"Eighteen cities, and Su Jiu alone slaughtered our people in eight of them. Tell me, did you send out nothing but trash?" By the end, the sect master of the Night Demon Sect hurled the records viciously at the demonic cultivator closest to him.
Blood covered the man's head and face where he had been struck, but he still dared not utter a sound.
The sect master of the Night Demon Sect stopped looking at the records altogether. He descended the steps and paced back and forth before the rigidly standing crowd.
He singled out someone at random and sneered. "You.