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Chapter 794: Chapter 256: Drinking, Laughing, and Killing, the Underworld Wants to Slaughter a Martial Saint_3

Even in their pursuit of diverse talents, they would not overlook anyone—from girls as young as five to unmarried women of thirty with golden prospects.

As long as one possessed talent, as long as one was a perfect candidate, they would become their target.

The more Yellow Sword Wine investigated, the more horrifying the truths he uncovered.

His chest heaved with pent-up frustration, as if a turbulent, rumbling, and roaring breath was trapped within, spinning and swirling inside him.

It transmitted to the sword in his hands, causing it to screech and cry out!

The death of Su Wuming was only the beginning.

He wanted to kill a great many things, no better than pigs and dogs.

He wanted to eradicate every festering sore on the Great Family that had risen and fallen over three thousand years!

Yellow Sword Wine’s eyes gleamed as he looked towards the chessboard, shrouded in haze where heaven and earth converged, towards the mysterious Mo City that enshrouded Su Family Patriarch, a First Level Martial Saint.

He did not know how long Bull Demon could hold them off.

Although he had employed a Star Constellation Assassin from the Hunting God Pavilion, draining his assets.

Although he had persuaded Great Elder Fang Hanshu of Qian Yuan Divine Sect to hold back Su Leiba, the family’s strongest backbone, a Second Level Martial Saint with unfurled Gang Qi like a limitless sea…

But the time remaining for him was indeed very short.

Yellow Sword Wine exhaled a stream of Sword Qi like thunder.

In his hand, the splendid sword resembled a scorching sun, furiously sweeping across as Yellow Sword Wine stood amidst the sword light, with a tangle of Death Qi and Corpse Qi swirling around him like a God Demon wielding a celestial blade!

Spurt—!

Along with a burst of blood-red blossom, a head tumbled to the ground.

Even the Primordial Spirit was pierced through by the Sword Qi, completely obliterated!

That was a Divinity Primordial True Person of the Su Family at the Primordial Spirit Shedding Realm, not lacking in strength, but at that moment, merely a casual swipe of Sword Qi was enough to slaughter him!

An uproar of shock and anger erupted!

The Su Family’s powerful cultivators had their hairs stand on end, their eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

In just one encounter, Su Wuming, who had the Three Flowers atop and the talent of Embryonic Breathing, was slain!

Is this even a human?

No, at this moment, Yellow Sword Wine was a Martial Saint!

A Martial Saint with a strand of Sword Immortal Sword Intent!

His rank was so high, it was unstoppable!

Flee!

The cultivators of the Su Family scattered like monkeys from a fallen tree, each fleeing for their lives in the face of disaster!

Rushed crazily in every direction to escape!

Yellow Sword Wine’s hair fluttered in the wind, and in his blood-red eyes flashed a sneer of disdain.

This is what Clan Juniors are!

Nothing but pigs and dogs!

Yellow Sword Wine’s Sword Qi rolled out, pressingly descending like a mighty river, sweeping around like an overflowing waterfall!

All Su Family cultivators were enveloped by his Sword Qi!

Yellow Sword Wine landed on the ground, naturally raising his sword to the sky as he laughed.

He popped open the cork of the wine gourd in his hand, marred with sword marks, and drank.

He laughed.

He killed.

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Boom—!!!

In the night sky, thunder seemed to roar, rolling and rumbling.

At the Temple Control Bureau mansion.

Watching the documents from various Mysterious Temples in Qianyuan Taoist City sent by stationed Temple Control Bureau supervisors, analyzing the situations of the Mysterious Temples.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder boomed as if a sword intent threatened to rend the night sky.

Although it was subtle, almost concealed by some powerful and mysterious force, Wenlong Yuwen, who had regular dealings with Sword Qi, sharply focused his eyes.

With a flicker of his figure, he appeared on the rooftop of an office building of the Temple Control Bureau.

Standing between the projecting eaves, his robe billowing, his burly figure cast strong lines.

His dispersed Qi-Blood seemed to merge with heaven and earth, turning into a roaring beacon smoke.

“This is… Sword Intent of the Sword Immortal Mysterious Temple’s Temple God?”

“Who is it?”

Wenlong Yuwen’s foot slammed down, and the void trembled as if invisible ripples rippled and shook.