They were already here, Qian Renxue was still young, and nobody had it easy.
Cheng Ran spoke with the bitter anguish of someone disappointed in a hopeless pupil. "In a city as big as Slaughter City, with all the thoroughly wicked people it's accumulated over a thousand years, there must be tens of thousands at the very least, right?
The King of Slaughter is gone, and so is the blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King. All that's left are ordinary degenerates and criminals.
The land for hundreds of miles around this place is all desert. Sending them off to paradise early is a good deed."
Qian Renxue said, "Lord Evil God, should we kill them all, then?"
Cheng Ran sighed. "Xiao Xue, do you understand sustainable development? As the saying goes, the world isn't just about fighting and killing. It's also about relationships and social graces...
Forget it. Leave it to the Evil God. I'll have this city thriving for you, guaranteed."
Over the next ten days.
Qian Renxue hovered above the ruins of Slaughter City, her spiritual perception covering every corner of the entire city.
Not a single degenerate could hide from her eyes.
Cheng Ran provided commentary beside her the whole way. "This one has a pretty good evil score. Do it."
Qian Renxue raised her hand and swung her sword. A white light of experience points rose from the ruins and entered her body.
"This one's too ugly. It offended my eyes. Kill it."
Another stroke, and another white light rose.
"This one has such heavy killing intent...
Hmm, yoshi? Never mind this one. She looks so much like Miss Ozawa Maria. Give her a chance to turn over a new leaf.
But make a note of her. Once this Evil God has a body, I'll need to give