Sun Xiaoshan certainly wouldn't show any mercy to the Holy Son of the Mang Tian Sect. He brought down his palm, without the slightest hesitation. Meng Lu, held in his hand, trembled uncontrollably. She had already branded Sun Xiaoshan a merciless devil in her heart.
He had killed a million cultivators before, and now he was casually killing the Holy Son of their own sacred land without uttering a word. What else could he be but a devil?
Of course, she didn't know that Sun Xiaoshan had previously killed thirty million soldiers from the mortal world, and even more than a hundred thousand cultivators from various races even earlier. If she had known, she would have probably wet herself from fear.
In this world, although mortals were considered no better than pigs and dogs in the eyes of cultivators, who could slaughter them at will, no cultivator dared to kill indiscriminately like Sun Xiaoshan.
This was because every time a cultivator passed a heavenly tribulation, it was a purification of their past karma. Thus, the greater the karma, the more terrifying the heavenly tribulation they would face. Of course, this tribulation only appeared when a cultivator ascended to the Heavenly Venerate realm.
Therefore, for those cultivators limited by talent, it was neither here nor there. However, the vast majority of cultivators were unwilling to provoke it. After all, karma was too mysterious, and who knew if they might stumble upon good fortune one day and break through to Heavenly Venerate? Wouldn't it be too unjust to die under the heavenly tribulation?
Moreover, since this human cultivator could kill Han Shi, who was at the early stage of the Mahayana realm, his chances of breaking through to Heavenly Venerate were more than eighty percent.
Sun Xiaoshan was unaware of Meng Lu's thoughts. If he had known, he would have laughed heartily. Not to mention that he was already in the early Heavenly Venerate stage, even if he encountered a heavenly tribulation, he would not be afraid. In fact, he would be filled with anticipation. After all, he had gained immense benefits from the lightning tribulation under Ye Yun's several heavenly tribulations by using the Great Annihilation Technique.
"Now that your Holy Son is dead, how do you want to die?" Sun Xiaoshan never showed any pity for foreign races. Moreover, this so-called Mang Tian Clan could only be described as grotesque from a human aesthetic perspective.
"He deserves to die!" Meng Lu gritted her teeth and said.
She, the daughter of the Great Elder of the Mang Tian Sect, had become Han Shi's follower. Not only did he not show her any tenderness, but he had also thrown her towards this great devil just to make the devil pause his pursuit! If this wasn't deserving of death, what was?
In terms of status, although Meng Lu was a true disciple, her identity as the Great Elder's daughter meant that her status in the Mang Tian Sect was no less than that of Han Shi, a disciple at the tail end.
"Oh? Are you throwing a tantrum in front of me?" Sun Xiaoshan glared, and Meng Lu immediately let out a scream as her entire arm was cleanly severed by his true essence.
"You monsters are truly disgusting to look at. This arm looks like a chicken wing."
From the basin-sized wound, blood spurted out like a fountain as Meng Lu twisted her body. Sun Xiaoshan found it too disgusting and directly conjured a flame to incinerate the arm he had severed.
"Senior, please spare my life." The immense pain caused Meng Lu to sweat profusely. After her initial frenzy, she knelt before Sun Xiaoshan.
"Discard your other arm, and it's not impossible for me not to kill you," Sun Xiaoshan said coldly.
Whether it was a severed arm or one that was self-discarded, as long as one's cultivation reached a certain height, there was a possibility of limb regeneration. Just as the demon butterfly was like a wanderer, severing one arm of Liu Lang, who was at the peak of the Monarch realm, Liu Lang still managed to regenerate his limb when he broke through to the Extreme realm.
However, in the current state of this world, reaching such a level was quite difficult. After all, the ceiling of this world was only at the peak Heavenly Venerate realm, and this realm could not truly achieve limb regeneration.
"Do you keep your word, Senior?" Meng Lu gritted her teeth, hesitating for a long time before looking up at the figure standing in the void before her.
Young, so young. How could such a young human be so powerful? Even her own father, the Great Elder of the Mang Tian Sect, had never given her such a sense of pressure.
"Do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate with me? Be obedient, and I can let you go back, but you have to deliver a message to your sacred land!" Sun Xiaoshan remained as indifferent as before. Despite having killed tens of millions of beings, his clothes remained as clean as new.
As Sun Xiaoshan spoke, before she could reply, he grabbed her again and, with two consecutive flashes, appeared on the flying boat.
Now that Han Shi was dead, the mark of ownership on the flying boat had disappeared, making it ownerless.
The flying boat was not very large, with the cabin occupying about ten square meters and the deck outside occupying about thirty square meters. For a cultivator traveling alone, it was a decent flying treasure.
Bang...
Before Sun Xiaoshan could examine it closely, Meng Lu, held in his hand, used her true essence to blow up her other arm into powder.
"Please spare my life, Senior." The immense pain made her face look extremely contorted.
"Clean all the bloodstains on this boat! Once you're done cleaning, get lost! Also, give your sacred land a message: half a year from now, I will attack your sacred land! Every single one of you foreign races, I will exterminate them all!" Sun Xiaoshan's mood soured as he looked at the blood-stained deck.
"Yes, thank you for sparing my life, Senior." Meng Lu, enduring the pain, used her true essence to clean the entire deck. She bowed to Sun Xiaoshan again and then leaped off the flying boat.
She had lost both arms. Even with her True Man realm cultivation, jumping from the flying boat would result in a serious injury. However, this was not Sun Xiaoshan's concern. In any case, sparing her life was already an act of great kindness. As long as she could deliver his message to the sacred land, that was all that mattered.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Sun Xiaoshan's gaze fell upon a spot on the deck. There was something resembling a rudder, with patterns emitting a faint glow. In the center of this rudder was an embedded emerald-green stone.
Holy cow!
Spirit stone!
And judging by the spiritual energy fluctuations, this spirit stone contained spiritual energy thousands of times more potent than the low-grade spirit stones he possessed.
This was a mid-grade spirit stone!
Sun Xiaoshan had lived in this world for twenty years, so he knew these common facts.
Sun Xiaoshan became instantly excited.
A mid-grade spirit stone contained ten thousand times more spiritual energy than a low-grade spirit stone. Back then, a small, inferior spirit stone mine in the Thunder Sword Sect had attracted the attention of the entire Northern Region. Let alone this mid-grade spirit stone.
It could be said that this single mid-grade spirit stone was almost equivalent to that spirit stone mine from back then.