"Shut up—" Zheng Linglong, like a cold-faced female god of death, roared, and the glow from the Innate Supreme Treasure [Bright Moon Blade] in her hand flashed like moonlight. It crossed the starry sky in an instant.
Suddenly, dozens of hedonists were sliced into countless pieces.
For a time, fresh blood wildly sprayed and flesh flew in all directions.
Seeing this extremely bloody scene, Zheng Linglong's face turned extremely pale. Although it was not her first time killing, she was still extremely uncomfortable with such a bloody sight.
However, she thought about how if they, her companions, had not possessed great strength when they were blocked by these people, the outcome would have been absolutely terrible.
They could have possibly died, their Dao and soul completely dissipated. Even worse, they could have become cultivation furnace cauldrons, unable to live or die as they wished.