In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the tavern's main hall had fallen into a deathly silence.
Dozens of people were either burnt to charcoal or decapitated, all of them dealt with.
The thick stench of blood was suppressed by the swirling wind and snow, gradually drying and congealing.
Yang Xun first brought out the Blood Soul Mirror. He held it up, and a torrent of blood qi flowed into it like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, making its sheen all the more brilliant.
Then, he shook open the Five Yin Pouch. Its mouth opened wide and, like a great whale sucking in water, it swallowed all the corpses on the ground. A grinding sound, like metal pulverizing bone, immediately echoed from within the pouch. KRAK! KRAK! Before long, everything was completely digested.
"This will save me at least two months of sacrificial refining!"
A look of satisfaction appeared on Yang Xun's face.
