"Pff..."
The sound of flesh tearing echoed as one cultivator after another collapsed to the ground.
"No, please spare me."
A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old looked on in terror as the cultivator holding the longsword walked towards him, step by step.
This group of more than a dozen people had been passing through the mountain woods when they were ambushed. Their leader, a strong man at the Seventh Level of Martial King Realm, was instantly killed in a sneak attack.
And the rest, being weaker, were successively slain.
But the sword-wielding cultivator paid no heed to the boy's pleas and cleaved him to death with a single sword strike.
"Senior Brother Zuo Chi's cultivation is getting more and more formidable." Sun Yaya came out and said with a delicate laugh.
Now, even when facing the corpses strewn everywhere, Sun Yaya seemed to have grown accustomed to it and no longer retched.
