A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zhengdao's slight movement caused the sword energy to scatter erratically.

He had aimed for the left, but his hand trembled and he shot it to the right.

He had originally aimed at the sky, but his body tilted and he shot down to the ground;

He had aimed at the front, but his foot slipped and he shot the shot behind him.

Shots flew haphazardly in all directions, without any discernible pattern, like water being splashed everywhere.

This completely stunned those who tried to avoid it through prediction.

They were trying to predict the direction of the sword energy attack by observing Ji Zhengdao's movements.

The problem is, this bastard doesn't even know where he's going to shoot!

You're making predictions like crazy!

How can you predict that? There's absolutely no way to predict that!

For example, an elderly man from the Wang family with gray hair was clearly a veteran with rich combat experience.

He squinted, staring intently at Ji Zhengdao's arm movements, trying to find a pattern.

Seeing Ji Zhengdao's arm tilt to the left, he immediately judged that the sword energy would shoot to the left, so he swayed and dodged to the right.

As a result, Ji Zhengdao tripped over something, tilted to the right, and his arm swung to the right as well—

The sword energy, which was originally shooting to the left, was forced to a turn and fly to the right by his flick.

The old man had only dodged halfway to the right when he was met head-on by the curved sword energy.

His eyes widened instantly, and he exclaimed "Holy crap!" Before he could react, the sword energy had already pierced through his waist.

His body froze on the spot. He looked down at the line of blood that was gradually seeping from his waist, and then looked up at Ji Zhengdao, who was still staggering not far away.

His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. His upper body fell straight backward and hit the ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust.

Several elders with higher cultivation levels attempted to rescue people amidst the rain of sword energy.

An elder saw a young disciple being struck in the thigh by a sword strike, falling to the ground, bleeding profusely, and screaming in pain.

He darted forward, grabbed the young man by the collar, and tried to drag him away.

Just as he lifted the man up, a sword aura flew over and severed the young man's other leg at the root.

The young man let out a piercing scream and then fainted from the pain.

The elder looked at the young man, who was now only half a body in his hands, and then at the severed leg on the ground. His lips trembled, but he gritted his teeth, picked up the half-body, and turned to run.

Another elder saw his daughter struck in the abdomen by the sword energy, curled up on the ground, pale-faced and on the verge of death.

He rushed over, picked up his daughter, and tried to take her out of the fighting.

But he had only taken two steps when a sword aura flew from behind him, slicing his daughter's upper and lower body in two.

Blood and entrails gushed out and soaked the clan elder.

The elder stood there, stunned, still holding the half-corpse in his arms, as if he had been petrified and remained motionless.

His face, body, and hands were covered in blood, sticky and with a strong fishy smell.

He opened his mouth, trying to make a sound, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Finally, he let out a heart-wrenching howl, like the mournful cry of a wounded beast.

Within a minute, the entire council chamber was transformed into a living hell.

The ground was littered with corpses, severed limbs, and blood.

Blood pooled into streams, meandering across the floor, soaking the carpet, staining the threshold red, and flowing down the steps, emitting a strong stench of blood.

The air was thick with the stench of rusty blood, mixed with the burnt smell of the spiritual energy explosion and the acrid odor of charred flesh. The various smells blended together to create a nauseating stench.

Screams, wails, cries, pleas for help, curses—all sorts of sounds mingled together, noisy and chaotic, like the wailing of demons from hell.

Someone was clutching their severed arm, writhing on the ground in pain, letting out incoherent howls.

Some people knelt on the ground, looking at the corpses of their loved ones, crying their hearts out, tears streaming down their faces;

Some people were huddled in a corner, trembling all over, with empty eyes, as if they had been scared out of their wits;

Some people tried to run away, wanting to escape this hellish place, but before they could take more than a few steps, they were caught up by a sword aura and their lives were taken.

Ji Zhengdao stood in the center of that chaotic battlefield, his face still bearing that bright smile.

His white training uniform was splattered with tiny specks of blood, like red plum blossoms blooming on snow, possessing an eerie beauty.

He glanced around at the scene, nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Wang Zhenshan, who was clutching his severed arm, pale-faced and trembling, not far away. He grinned, revealing two cute little tiger teeth:

"Grandpa, look at my move, isn't it alright? It's a pity that Uncle Zhang's Taibai Sword Qi was reduced by 90% after leaving the domain, otherwise it would have cut off your turtle head with the first strike."

Wang Zhenshan's expression was stiff, and he did not speak.

It's too fast, everything is happening too fast.

How fast?

Before those Qi cultivators from the Wang family could even open their Dharma Aspect realms, they were cut into several small pieces and scattered all over the ground.

It was arranged so neatly, just like the premium minced meat packaged in the supermarket.

It's not that they're slow to react.

Those who can cultivate to the Dharma Aspect Realm, aren't they all masters who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

They definitely have a fighting spirit, and it's not weak at all.

The instant the sword energy rushed towards them, an alarm went off in their minds—

Activate your Dharma form! Activate your Dharma form quickly! Otherwise, you won't be able to block it!

The problem is, it needs to accumulate energy to open the Dharma form.

This thing is just like driving a car; you can start it whenever you want.

Don't you have to turn the key, press the clutch, shift gears, release the handbrake, and then accelerate?

A complete process should take at least two or three seconds, right?

Normally, two or three seconds wouldn't be a big deal.

You go ahead and do your thing, I'll wait a bit. We're all decent people, we believe in courtesy before resorting to force.

The problem is, this isn't a normal time.

What's the situation now?

The opponent started with zero frames, unleashing a barrage of Taibai sword energy like a torrential downpour, so dense that there wasn't even a place to step.

Do you dare to gather your strength there and unleash your Dharma form?

You barely mustered your spiritual power before the sword energy sliced ​​you into minced meat.

Therefore, those Wang family experts at the Dharma Aspect Realm died in a truly humiliating way.

Despite possessing considerable skill, he didn't even have a chance to use it before being riddled with bullets by a half-grown boy who looked like he was drunk.

Where can I go to reason with this?