Big Trouble

The battlefield looked like an inferno itself!

Blood covered the grounds, reflecting its crimson colors to the sky.

Headless bodies were scattered everywhere, and they were already considered pleasant looking. There were many other corpses that were slashed open by the sword with its blood and flesh splattered across. One could not even put their body parts back together.

The thick stench of blood filled the air, making it nauseating.

Among those who were lucky enough to have survived, there were many genius disciples who had seen a lot in their lives, but they still could not help but felt shaken by such sight.

In the center of the battlefield, Jian Wushuang was floating at a low altitude with his Blood Mountain Sword's tip pointing towards the ground as blood glided and dripped down his sword.

At that moment, he was like the God of Death's statue.