Chapter 1206 ()

Upon noticing their movements, Jacob swiped his hand through the air, and the Dragon Slayer's Sword instantly materialized. Following that, his body weaved through the crowd like a bolt of lightning.

 

Screams resounded in the air. The escaping disciples of the Tempest Sect had all perished at Jacob's sword. The Dragon Slayer's Sword was still dripping with blood when he returned.

 

Numerous martial artists regarded Jacob with awe as admiration filled their gazes toward him. None of them dared to breathe in his presence. Sierra frowned and said, "Mr. Sullen, you shouldn't have acted rashly and killed all of those people from the Tempest Sect."

 

"They deserved to die. If I spared their lives, then wouldn't it mean that the martial artists deserved to die instead?" Jacob asked, his tone icy.