It was as if heaven and earth had fallen silent, with only Song Qingxing's cold words echoing through the air.
CLICK.
The long sword, glinting with a cold light, slid into its sheath. The rampant Sword Qi in the surroundings instantly dissipated into nothing.
"If you're going to kill them, just kill them. Why make it so disgusting?" Song Qingxi's face paled slightly as she looked at the severed limbs and shredded flesh littering the ground. The scene was no different from a slaughterhouse.
Although this wasn't the first time she had witnessed such a bloody scene, Song Qingxi still couldn't quite get used to it. She couldn't help but shoot a resentful glance at Song Qingxing, who stood tall against the wind.
Though kind-hearted by nature, she wasn't the type to be a bleeding-heart saint. These men had been utterly vicious criminals with an immeasurable amount of blood on their hands; they more than deserved to die.
