Beneath the crimson sky, all ordinary people unaffiliated with the Daoist Lineages dissolved into blood.
This was no instantaneous dissolution; they dissolved bit by bit, making the process excruciatingly painful.
Qi Suian ignored the scene, instead swinging the Bronze Fire Cauldron with a flourish.
The fire within the cauldron linked with the sovereign power of the entire Xiliang Kingdom, blocking a shattered palm print descending from the heavens.
At that moment, three broken, blood-soaked faces materialized in the sky, filling his vision.
The Saint's face had no eyeballs, only bloody tears streaming from the empty sockets.
The Buddha was missing his nose, exposing a hollow of flesh and bone.
A large hole was bored into the Immortal's forehead, clearly revealing the squirming brain within.
'What the fuck?' Qi Suian stared at the scene, utterly speechless.
