Achoo!
Damien turned to the side and sneezed suddenly. Rubbing his head, he sighed to himself. "Which bastard is badmouthing me? Tch."
He shook his head and continued walking at a steady pace. With every step he took, a pulse of World Force emanated from his body, flattening all the mobs crowding around him.
And without suspense, Damien arrived at the location of the strongest practitioner in the area. But, this was Apeiron, not the Cloud Plane. Strongest practitioner? Even he was just another dreg at the lower end of 3rd class.
To crush him, Damien didn't even need to move. A single look turned him into meatpaste.
Looking at the gory scene he caused, Damien nodded in satisfaction. "Mm, this is the fifth. Since the girls are taking care of that guy's hideout, it counts as 6. Haa, but there are still another 200,000ish traitors left. It'll be too annoying to do it alone."