Rescuing Lives

Liu San couldn’t recall the exact number of lives he had taken in Ten Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

Initially, he sought refuge here to escape his enemies, as it was a last resort.

However, as he grew accustomed to life in Ten Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, he realized that it was the perfect place for him.

There was no order to speak of, and strength reigned supreme.

Might made right.

He found several like-minded cultivators and began hunting both demonic beasts and fellow cultivators in Ten Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang was not his first prey, nor would he be his last.

At this moment, Liu San’s mind was consumed with thoughts of how to seize the Four-Winged Blood Horse, oblivious to the flicker of determination in Xu Yi’s eyes.

Xu Yi gripped the discipinary ruler in his left hand and flicked his right finger.

“Ding!”

A crisp sound resonated as invisible sound waves rippled out.