Jiang Zhen and Yu Yue

The sword encountered a little resistance from the man's clothes, but it was no use.

As soon as the clothes touched Yu Nianzhen's sword intent, they disintegrated, and the blade was buried in the man's heart.

After that, there was no way for the evil cultivator to survive, and his body fell to the ground.

'I need to strengthen my intent.' 

Since arriving at the thousand herbs garden, Yu Nianzhen had used his sword intent more than his sword arts.

This allowed him to feel the difference between the two and comprehend sword intent at a deeper level.

"Are you okay?" His thoughts were dragged back by Jiang Yue's voice.

"En."

"This Corpse Yin sect is too evil."

Jiang Yue looked at the five corpses in the corner, and his face wrinkled.

From his surface observation, the women had been dead for many days, but their bodies had not rotted.