"You're different. If I don't kill a couple of ruthless ones to set an example, these Taoist patriarchs won't believe it."
"..." Zhao Zhibi.
The Butcher stepped into the pool of blood, saying, "My knife is very sharp. When slaughtering pigs and dogs, it only becomes even sharper. Whether you choose to stay or leave, make your decision quickly."
"Oh, and I must tell you, don't expect your ancestors to come back and save you. They're entangled by my friend Zhou Xuan and can't return."
With that said, the Butcher raised his right hand, counting down with his fingers: "Ten... nine..."
Clearly, once the Butcher reaches "zero," he will start the massacre,
Some disciples with clear heads no longer cared about their appearance, hastily lifting their Daoist robes and embarrassingly ran towards the mountain gate.
Once some people started running, naturally others followed.
