Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo waved his hand casually.

Three thousand Asuras from the Prison Suppressing Sect knelt down on one knee in unison.

The dull metallic sound of black armor clashing together boomed.

Greetings, Lord!

The voices of three thousand people came together.

The tremor caused rocks to fall from the cliff face in a series of rapids.

You seemed dazed and listless.

Youruo opened her mouth.

You Ruo went completely insane!

She suddenly turned her head and stared at Lin Mo.

Her veil was almost blown away by her heavy breathing.

Is that a war zombie?!

The war zombies can talk?! They can even have independent consciousness?!

Her brain capacity at its peak during the fusion phase was completely insufficient.

"Grandmaster! You are the only god in the Canglan Realm!"

You Ruo clenched her fists and pressed them against her chest, her eyes sparkling.

"Those skeletons from the Myriad Souls Sect aren't even worthy of carrying your shoes! They're just scavenging, you're a divine soldier sent from the heavens!"

"Ahem, keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

Lin Mo felt refreshed and happy after being showered with compliments.

"It's just a small trinket. These three thousand men are just a vanguard. You'll have to see the rest of the army of over ninety thousand another time."

"Nine...ninety thousand!?"

You Ruo's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Even Luo Xue couldn't hold back anymore.

"You were prepared?"

"Yeah, you think I'm a greenhorn?"

Lin Mo glanced at Luo Xue, looking completely nonchalant.

However, deep down, I felt incredibly uneasy.

Showing off might feel good for a moment, but it'll lead to your downfall!

He initially intended to summon an army of 100,000 to shock the entire audience.

As a result, the true essence was poured into the military talisman.

They almost sucked him dry.

Summoning these three thousand Asuras directly drained one-tenth of his Chaos True Essence.

In total.

He currently has a blue bar at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm.

At most, it can only summon 30,000 people.

But if he were to actually bring out all 30,000 troops, he would be drained dry on the spot.

Furthermore, he wanted to save his true essence to test the "infinite resurrection" mechanism of these Asuras.

Good steel is used on the blade.

Three thousand men are enough to deal with these lackeys outside; they'll be reduced to ashes.

"Who's up there pretending to be a ghost?!"

The commotion on the cliff finally caught the attention of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect camp below.

A loud shout came from the center of the camp.

Immediately afterwards, a figure shrouded in black ghostly energy soared into the sky and hovered in mid-air a hundred meters in front of the cliff.

He was an old man with a sinister face.

He was dressed in the black robes of a Wanhun Sect deacon, and held a huge Wanhun Banner in his hand.

The old man flew into the air, and his divine sense swept across the cliff like a tidal wave.

However, the information his divine sense relayed back, even though it was shielded by the Jade Disc of Creation, almost made him burst out laughing.

Three rogue cultivators at the Qi Refining stage?

As for the three thousand black-armored soldiers, they were all ordinary iron puppets without any spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Hahahaha! Who has the audacity to run wild on the territory of my Ten Thousand Souls Sect!"

"Turns out they're just three clueless rogue cultivators, bringing a bunch of junk to put on a show!"

The old man's gaze swept back and forth between Luo Xue and You Ruo.

Luo Xue was wearing a long black dress.

You Ruo was wearing a black bodysuit.

Although You Ruo was wearing a veil, the two women's breathtaking curves were impossible to conceal.

The old man sucked hard on his saliva.

"Tsk tsk, truly top-quality embryos for a cultivation furnace! If I capture you and present you to the young sect master, I'm sure I'll receive a hefty reward!"

Lin Mo's lips twitched violently.

Good guy.

You're full of catchy rhymes and can recite villainous quotes by heart, right?

So, is it time for me to kneel down and kowtow?

"Kid!"

The old man's Ten Thousand Souls Banner pointed directly at Lin Mo.

"Kneel down and kowtow, and I might let you die a quicker death!"

Lin Mo was overjoyed.

All correct!

What a dedicated NPC!

The old man forcefully waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand.

Waaaaah—!

Tens of thousands of mournful and resentful souls surged out of the banner, transforming into a dark cloud that blotted out the sky in mid-air.

In the camp below, thousands of Wanhun Sect disciples took to the air on their swords, completely surrounding the cliff.

"Grandmaster, your grand-disciple will tear that old dog's mouth apart!"

You Ruo took a step forward, but was stopped by Lin Mo.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

He slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

"The men are chopped up, the women... there don't seem to be any women here."

Lin Mo lowered his hand and looked coldly at the old man in mid-air.

"Slaughter them all, leave no one alive."

"You're asking for it!"

The Wanhun Sect deacon was furious and was just about to activate the Wanhun Banner to launch an attack.

boom!

Three thousand Asuras of the Prison simultaneously drew their black battle swords from their waists.

The red light in the eyes of the ten Asura commanders at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage suddenly intensified.

The leader suddenly stepped forward, his battle scythe pointing directly at the old man in mid-air.

"kill!"

"kill!!!"

With a roar from the Asura Commander, the three thousand Prison Suppressing Asuras moved simultaneously.

There were no fancy escape lights, nor colorful magic spells.

Only pure, extreme physical strength and perfectly synchronized sword-drawing movements.

boom!

Three thousand black figures shot into the sky like arrows released from a bow, heading straight for the Wanhun Sect army in mid-air.

The old man in mid-air let out a cold laugh.

"A pile of ordinary iron devoid of any spiritual energy dares to act so presumptuously before me? Myriad Souls Devour My Body!"

He shook the huge Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand violently.

Waaaaah—!

The mournful wails of ghosts echoed through the sky.

Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits with hideous faces surged out of the banner.

It transformed into a dark, ominous cloud that blotted out the sky.

They bared their fangs and claws as they pounced on the charging Asura army.

In the understanding of the Myriad Souls Sect, vengeful spirits specialize in devouring the soul and are most effective against body cultivators and puppets.

However, the moment this cloud of vengeful spirits crashed into the Asura army formation, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The vengeful spirits pierced through the Asura's heavy armor, but they scurried around inside like headless flies, unable to find any souls to devour!

"How is this possible? Not even a trace of a remnant soul?!"

The old man's sneer froze instantly.

Before he could react, the Asura commander at the forefront had already arrived.

Ten enormous black scythes, accompanied by sonic booms that tore through the air, slashed fiercely at the old man from different tricky angles.

"presumptuous!"

The black-robed deacon roared, unleashing his true essence at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage without reservation.

He struck out with his palm, conjuring a gigantic, pale white skeletal hand several tens of feet in size, attempting to shatter the ten commanders with a single blow.

Boom!

The war scythe and the giant skeletal hand collided violently.

The giant skeletal hand only lasted for half a breath before it shattered like paper under the combined force of ten Asura commanders, all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

"What?! The strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

The old man's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He clearly scanned it with his divine sense!

It's clearly just a pile of scrap metal without any spiritual energy!

How come they all have the strength of the peak Nascent Soul stage when they make a move?

puff!

A scythe cleaved through the air, severing the old man's right arm.

The severed arm, clutching the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, spun and flew away.

Blood spurted wildly.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third war scythes followed.

"Ah—! What kind of monsters are you?!"

The old man let out a pig-like scream, desperately trying to escape by channeling his true energy.

But he was already firmly locked onto by ten commanders.

Click!

A commander raised his sword and cleaved the old man in two from head to toe with his scythe!

Before he could even scream, the dignified deacon of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect died on the spot.

The corpse turned into a cloud of blood mist, which fell into the sky.

With their commander dead, the thousands of Wanhun Sect disciples below were in complete panic.

"The butler is dead!"

"Help! My vengeful spirit has no effect on them!"

"Run!"

The Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage disciples were terrified and turned their flying swords around, trying to escape back into the depths of the ruins.

But the three thousand Hell-Suppressing Asuras had already crashed into their crowd like a black meat grinder.

The massacre has officially begun.