Qing Chen stood at the center of the labyrinth, a visible aura of blood baleful intent swirling around him.
"Zixuan, withdraw the formation." Qing Chen's voice held neither joy nor sorrow.
Su Zixuan's heart trembled at his words.
She looked up at Qing Chen. The aura of blood baleful intent surrounding him was growing ever denser, and an inexplicable chill rose in her heart.
"Yes, young master." She answered hastily, her hands rapidly forming seals as she began withdrawing the formation in the cave abode.
Qing Chen turned his gaze to Pan Yuelian. "Yue Lian, gather all the corpses, then hand them over to me."
Feeling the increasingly powerful demonic aura emanating from Qing Chen, Pan Yuelian could not help trembling slightly.
Forcing down her fear, she lowered her head and replied, "Yes, young master."
Then she began carefully gathering the corpses of the qi refining cultivators and force martial artists.
"The blood baleful intent here is dense. It's just right for me to refine with the Mingwang Scripture," Qing Chen said coldly.
They knew that the Mingwang Scripture was the body-tempering art Qing Chen practiced.
It required vast amounts of killing intent as a catalyst to keep advancing his cultivation.
Qing Chen had previously asked the two of them to keep an eye out for high-quality blood baleful intent in the market ward.
Here, however, two hundred qi refining stage cultivators, four hundred first-rate force martial artists, and three foundation establishment cultivators had died.
The blood baleful intent their deaths produced was already visible to the naked eye, fully comparable to that produced by the deaths of an army over a hundred thousand strong.
Not ordinary civilians, but soldiers-the blood baleful intent formed after the slaughter of over a hundred thousand soldiers!
This truly was an ideal place to