In the dim expanse of Jueyang Valley, the heavy stench of blood spread through the air. The once-dark ground was now stained red with it, and the bodies of several hundred Hehuan Sect disciples lay strewn about. A sinister wind gusted past, sending a chill down one's spine.
CAW CAW CAW...
In the sky, a massive flock of crows shrieked as they circled. The scent of the corpses below drew them in, but the dense Yin Qi kept them at bay, forcing them to do nothing more than hover in the air.
Shen Haoran stood at the highest point of the Hehuan Sect, gazing out at the field of bodies with a placid heart. He felt no guilt for killing so many people. 'Was there a single disciple in the Hehuan Sect whose hands weren't stained with blood? And all of it belonged to ordinary women who couldn't practice Cultivation, along with their families. These disciples deserved their fate; it was only natural that Shen Haoran felt no pity for them.'
