'Are they for real? All I did was secretly kill a few Demon Cultivators, refine a tortoise egg, and stir up a little trouble on Demon Flood Dragon Island...'
'And you want to hunt me to extinction for that? The local Demon Race is so rude,' Qin Xuan grumbled indignantly.
VMM!
A clear sword hum rang out as Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Several heads flew into the air. Before the hot blood gushing from their severed necks could hit the ground, it was devoured by the silver longsword.
The gossiping Cultivators' eyes widened, unable to react, caught in a state of terror and disbelief.
All their heads hit the ground, and their bodies withered into heaps of bone.
"A Demon Cultivator! There's a Demon Cultivator here!"
Someone shouted from a distance, and the crowd scattered in every direction, fleeing in a panic.
"Now, that's more like it."
Watching the crowd of Cultivators flee in terror, Qin Xuan grinned, his mood suddenly improving.
