"Motherfucker!"
"Compared to a freak like you, why do I feel like I'm the King here?"
Ning Yi was dumbstruck. Both Yun Che's combat techniques and his movement techniques left him feeling hopelessly outclassed.
"Luckily, this kid hasn't comprehended sword intent, or it would be too much of a blow to an old veteran like me."
Ning Yi consoled himself. With his greater mastery of Heartless Sword Intent, he had barely managed to preserve his pride as an Emperor Realm expert.
Every disciple of the Blood God Sect, whether a Grandmaster or an Innate, stared at Yun Che in utter terror, as though they had seen a ghost.
It seemed that fewer than three minutes had passed since their sect master and two elders appeared.
Yet in those brief three minutes, the Blood God Sect's three strongest Kings were gone.
One had been beheaded, another had simply exploded, and the last had been sliced into tiny scraps.
Terrifying!
Absolutely terrifying!
Their Blood God Sect merely enjoyed a little dual cultivation, killing people, draining blood, and stewing meat. That was all.
Why?
Why had they attracted such an absurdly powerful god of slaughter?
Could today really be the end of their Blood God Sect?
They trembled as they stared at the young man in scholarly robes slowly descending toward them from high above.
After a brief silence, everyone scrambled away, fleeing in all directions.
"Quick! Run!"
"He's not human! He's a demon!"
Yun Che was utterly exasperated. He was just a little stronger, had a few more moves, used slightly fiercer combat techniques, and moved a little faster. Did they really have to call him inhuman?
"Brave fellows, please don't run around. It'll only take an instant. It won't hurt much."
As he spoke, Yun Che slowly raised the Controlling Thunder