Many people had died. 

Every body was mummified after their blood and flesh had been sucked away from them. The dried corpses revealed pain and horror. 

One of the top ten sword sects in Swallow Mountain, the Frost Cold Sword Sect, had turned into a graveyard. 

Han Zhengyang licked his lips and there seemed to be a sea of blood in his bloodshot eyes. He laughed hysterically, “I just finished eating them and you guys voluntarily offered yourselves to me by coming here. The swordsmen in this world are too kind.” 

This was no simple demonization. 

The people reached this conclusion firstly because the Frost Cold Sword Sect was like a living hell now. Secondly, Han Zhengyang’s aura was scary. 

His bloodshot eyes scanned everyone and made the elites of the various sword sects nervous. They instantly started to believe Qin Yu’s words more. 

“Let’s go. We will suppress Han Zhengyang first and then investigate the truth.” Xie Chungang said. He was the first to make a move. 

He lifted his hand and slashed it down. Wind gathered between the mountains. It was soft and did not seem to have a destructive aura but it circled continuously. 

Thin drops of rain came with the wind. 

The expressions of the elites from other sword sects turned heavy. Spring wind that turned to rain without a sound was the highest form of cultivation for the Spring Wind Sword Sect. 

Xie Chungang’s move appeared very ordinary, but he had already assimilated his Sword Dao realm. 

No one dared to hold back. 

The Sect Master of the East Mountain Sword Sect wore a heavy expression and the...