Disaster Sword

Daoist Chu, Monk Hushu and Ziran watch in horror as the swarm of Chimeric Beasts were all slaughtered with the casual gesture of Lin Mo.

His swing was light, loose even.

It was the kind of sword slash that would've gotten a student scolded by a teacher for being bad.

And yet, the very same kind of sword slash had managed to commit an obscene slaughter.

"Ah~ Nothing like some fresh souls." Lin Mo licked his lips.

~SHUA~SHUA~SHUA~SHUA~

A wave of wisps seemingly rushed to Lin Mo and merged into his being. The devilish man reveled in the feeling as he raised his hands, as if an embrace of comfort for the souls of those that had been killed.

~HURAMA~

The wisps of souls flowed through him before exuding out of his back.

But the form they were exuded was but a smidgen of their true existence for a large cape was formed.