The Hemp Vine Whip wielded by Qin Fan was like the Death God's lethal scythe. Wherever it passed, it claimed lives.
In the space of a few breaths, dozens of bodies piled up outside the main house of the Bai Clan—a symbol of their supreme power. The very air seemed to thicken with an eerie Death Qi.
Without a trace of guilt or malice, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of Qin Fan's mouth. His Divine Sense spread out as he stepped forward.
He had said that after today, the Bai Clan would cease to exist. So he might as well wipe them out completely.
Locked within his Divine Sense, every place Qin Fan casually strolled was filled with dying wails. For a clan that preyed upon young women to enhance their Cultivation, Qin Fan felt not a single shred of mercy.
