Ren Feifan withdrew the Ancient Dust Sword, wrapped it in a tattered cloth, and slung it over his back.
He looked indifferently at the corpses in front of him, without any expression.
The battle on Long Nu and Zhen She's side had ended, leaving no survivors in the entire North Palace apart from them.
The North Palace was a river of blood, like hell itself.
Ren Feifan was not a murderous demon, but for his own interests, he would show no mercy.
Showing mercy to one's enemies is being cruel to oneself.
Once his identity of cultivating demonic arts was exposed, it would spell trouble.
Of course, this matter couldn't be completely airtight; it would certainly reach Sect Master Zhan Tianya of the Cloudwater Sect.
However, Ren Feifan had already thought of an excuse.
After handling everything, Ren Feifan walked towards Bai Muya, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the bruises on her neck and face.
"Is this the doing of that beast?"
