In a few short moments, the last cultivator was felled. The entire ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed downwards, forming a river of blood.
Only 20-something black-robed men were left, and the blood-red color on the gangster rabbit's bell had dimmed greatly. Bei Feng was the only one who was still quite untouched.
"Since ancient times, you are quite possibly the only one to break through to the Thousand Year King realm with the thrash bloodline of a gangster rabbit. You are pretty impressive."
Shui Yuntian stretched his back lazily, and stood up as he looked at the dark red gangster rabbit.
The gangster rabbit's fur swayed gently in the wind as it stood silently on the spot. Its eyes were focused on the humanoid creature beside Shui Yuntian.