The mortal villagers were already scared out of their wits, panicking as they truly believed Demon Cultivators had arrived.
"Immortal Master, save us!"
"Demon, die!" one of the Daoists shouted with righteous fury, charging forward.
But the black-robed Cultivator killed him with a single palm strike.
"Senior Brother!" a Daoist at his side screamed. "Demon, I'll kill you and avenge my Senior Brother!"
He, too, was killed by the black-robed Cultivator with a single palm strike.
In a flash, the black-robed Cultivator had finished off all the Daoists.
They lay stiffly on the ground, all signs of life gone.
Seeing this, the villagers began to shriek and wail, scattering in all directions.
"Jie jie jie... Remember, the one who killed you is the Blood Demon of the Blood Demon Sword Sect."
The black-robed Cultivator threw his head back and laughed.
Qin Xuan: "..."
'Damn it,' he thought. 'Since when did the Blood Demon Sword Sect have a Blood Demon with such a lame name?'
