Demon sect disciple

The bright moon stretched for thousands of miles.

Apart from the crack caused by the blade marks among the reeds in the dense water below, only the bloody smell of the dismembered body hidden among the water plants reminded him of the battle that had occurred in a moment.

No, it should be said that it was a one-sided slaughter.

PEI Ling's expression was calm. Back then, even Yin dongmeng, who was in the middle stage of the foundation building realm, and Mister Wanliu, who was in the late stage of the foundation building realm, were not his match.

It was within his expectations that the thirty odd itinerant cultivators would not be able to withstand a single strike from him.

Under normal circumstances, he didn't even need to use the nine souls saber.