"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
There were countless blood-curdling shrieks heard that could shock people to their souls.
"Run!"
"Get out of this place quickly!"
"All dead... The elders are all dead!"
It was total chaos as numerous disciples were fleeing in panic.
Su Mo would not let any of them escape because they could become trouble for him in the future.
He stayed at the exit and released his spiritual consciousness to scan the underworld. Then, he pointed his finger and unleashed his Spiritual Sword.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The Spiritual Sword was death incarnate. No one survived any place that it traveled to.
This was just ruthless mayhem. Death was the only possible result for these Cold-blood Hall disciples.
The Spiritual Sword moved as if it was harvesting wheat, and throngs of disciples fell to the ground one after another.