“Sorry then!” Qin Yu grunted and threw a punch. 

Thousand Saint waved his sleeve to block the blow. Darkness gushed out like a tsunami. 

The exchange between cultivators of the True Saint level was powerful and the palace crumbled apart like paper being torn. 

The descendants gathered here were like ants before a mountain and they were completely powerless. They could only cry in pain as they were killed. 

Honestly, this was way faster than Qin Yu killing them individually. 

“Nine.”

Stone Pagoda kept count. He just needed to kill two more descendants to hit the target of thirty-six. 

Qin Yu asked, “Thousand Saint, are you going to stop me today?” 

“You are the one being adamant about this. I cannot stop.” Thousand Saint’s expression turned serious, “Too many have died in the Red Peak Straits. Stop now.”

“Do you think I will stop just because you tell me to? So what about the World of Darkness?” Qin Yu roared with laughter and pressed his hand down firmly. A descendant suddenly burst into pieces. 

He looked at Thousand Saint with a cold and hateful expression, “This will be...