Warm blood splattered across everyone's faces. Shattered organs and shredded flesh rained down, and the coppery stench of blood filled the grand hall.
"AHHH!"
Some of the female disciples could no longer hold back their screams. They began to retch violently, frantically brushing away the blood and bits of flesh that had landed on them.
Shen Haoran felt his own stomach turn. It wasn't that these Martial Artists lacked fortitude. Was there anyone here who hadn't killed before? Most were veterans who could kill without batting an eye. But their kills had always been swift and clean. When had they ever witnessed such a gruesome, bloody spectacle?
"Hahaha, what do you think? Such a wonderful celebratory salute! It's practically art. How could we possibly let it stop?" Demon King Husky roared with laughter at the Martial Artists' terrified expressions. A cruel smile touched his lips as his gaze swept over the crowd.
