The Immortal Dao's [Thunder Pivot] Stands Above, Blood Fiends and Yin Demons Cannot Emerge

In no more than an incense stick's time, the tavern hall had fallen into grim, deathly silence.

Dozens of people had been reduced to charcoal or had their heads severed from their bodies, every last one finished off.

The heavy reek of blood was forcibly suppressed by the wind and snow pouring inside, gradually congealing and drying.

Yang Xun first summoned the Blood Soul Mirror and shone it through the air. Billowing blood Qi surged into the mirror like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, making its luster brighter still.

Then he shook open the Five Yin Bag. Its mouth opened, swallowing every corpse on the floor like a giant whale drawing in water. A grinding crunch immediately sounded inside, like an iron mill crushing bones, and before long, everything had been digested clean.

"That saved at least two months of ritual refinement!"

A satisfied look rose on Yang Xun's face. "The Five Yin Bag has recovered roughly eighty percent of its potency, and the Blood Soul Mirror around fifty percent. Yi, leave that fellow alive! He's at the fourth level of Qi Refining, with abundant Primordial Essence in his organs. He's just right for nourishing this Black Sha Pagoda Lock!"

Jiang Yi casually tossed aside the ordinary iron sword, most of its blade already melted by the scorching heat.

He surveyed the wreckage strewn across the floor and the splattered bloodstains. Looking back on that exhilarating slaughter just now, it actually felt somewhat unreal.

"I never noticed before how strong your killing instinct was. No wonder you took advantage of the night to finish off both Zhang Chao and Dong Ba on Crimson Flame Peak in one go."

Yang's eyes brimmed with undisguised approval. To him, the world was wicked and the path perilous; one ought to have