CHUK, CHUK, CHUK!!!
The side of the hand as sharp as a magic sword and the blazing flames like a Soul Refining Cauldron harmonized and sliced the flesh of the demons surveilling the fifth floor of the Hell Conquering Tower. Within just a breath that Xueming decided to not hold back his powers, the condition of the intermediate-Heavenly-level cultivators was no different from a flock of sheep being mauled by a lion that jumped in the middle when they did not realize.
… There was no scream, no stain of blood, only lives that slipped away.
Even though the attack was flawless, the enormous amount of Qi power that was driven out in the blink of an eye did not escape the spiritual net of the deputy warlord guarding the fifth floor of the tower, taking charge for the warlord who was not there.