Jun Xiaoyao, if judged by appearance alone, would definitely be akin to an Exiled Immortal, exuding an Immortal Aura.
But at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's methods were incomparably bloody and ruthless.
With a mere wave of his hand, he summoned hordes of Hell demons, slaughtering hundreds of Celestial Prides.
This was no longer a battle, it was sheer massacre.
Faced with the pained and desperate cries for mercy from those hundreds of Celestial Prides, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face remained indifferent as frost, devoid of any emotion.
Heaven and Earth are indifferent, treating all things as straw dogs.
In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, these Celestial Prides were merely a group of foolish ants, unworthy even of pity.
Behind him, Yan Qingying watched the scene, her eyes also lacking any hint of compassion.
Instead, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
These Celestial Prides, swayed by the Holy Church Saintess Bi Mihu, came to hunt her, but now they had become the slaughtered pigs and dogs.
