Splat!
The wind blade slashed across a neck, and a fountain of blood gushed out.
Another cultivator fell. Before he died, his pale face was filled with extreme shock.
In the next moment, the corpse and the blood silently dissipated.
Tang Hao's figure flashed, and he charged toward another person.
He had already lost count of how many people he had killed because there were no corpses.
It could be dozens of people, or it could be hundreds.
Using the Fleetfoot Stride, he flitted among the crowd and killed continuously.
Although the blood would disappear, the smell would not. The smell of blood in the air caused his killing intent to become more and more intense.
His eyes were completely bloodshot from all the killing.
He was not going to escape, so he might as well kill as many people as he could.
Even if he died, he would rather take everyone down with him.