Killed hundreds of thousands of people?
Slaughtered hundreds of cultivators?
BZZZ—!
Outside the window, a dozen or so heads suddenly froze. Even their breathing was cut short by the appalling news.
Wang stared at the silhouette on the window paper, distorted and stretched by the flickering firelight.
'Hundreds of thousands? What does that even mean?'
'Even if you were slaughtering pigs one by one, killing hundreds of thousands of them would dull your blade and dislocate your wrist, wouldn't it?'
And that's not even counting the hundreds of cultivators among them!
'So Miss Su, who on a normal day just looks like a natural-born Evil Cultivator, actually has this much blood on her hands?'
One of the undercover agents from the righteous path gulped with difficulty.
