It had been a long time since Zou Feng had truly let loose and slaughtered his enemies.
He'd been feeling pent-up at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, long grown weary of the soulless, pulled-punch duels in the Battle Saint Hall.
Nothing was as satisfying as the current slaughter—a gory ballet of flying flesh, interwoven with screams and shrieks.
But even after powerfully dispatching two Cultivators from the Yama Underworld, Zou Feng was only just warming up.
After all, he had yet to unleash the Divine Skill that manifested after his Great Universal Hand advanced to the state of Innate Unity.
Just as Zou Feng thought these Cultivators from the Yama Underworld would finally give him a satisfying fight, he was stunned. The survivors didn't see red and rush forward to avenge their comrades. Instead, they used every trick in the book to flee in every direction.
The same was true for the two Dao Foundation Realm Cultivators facing Su Qingyu.
