"Please, Master Shen, spare my life!"
A cultivator still tried to beg for mercy.
He didn't even finish his sentence.
His head flew into the air.
It was Shen Xuan, who had swiftly dashed over.
His hand wielded the Water-Splitting Mount Emei Needle, leaving only a faint afterimage.
The other four turned to flee.
But where could they escape to!
Four Cold Ice Divine Dragons shot out, piercing through the back of their heads.
The reason he attacked these five near Qi Cultivation Late Stage was to avoid damaging their magical artifacts and storage pouches.
From Shen Xuan going invisible down the mountain to the twenty or so cultivators being killed, only a dozen breaths passed.
In the wilderness, a dead silence prevailed.
Ding Yixuan stared, as if witnessing the most bizarre happenings in the world.
Shen Xuan went about, unfazed, searching the bodies one by one.
The magical artifacts and storage pouches filled up the beast bag.
