Chapter 1121 Be Careful

• Blood poured from the boy’s chest. He hadn’t even managed a scream—his eyes flew wide, packed with raw terror.
• A second later, he was tossed to the ground like a bag of trash.
• Behind that young master stood rows of cultivators tied up. They were lined like cattle, and chunks of flesh on the floor had been ground into pulp. The ones with better talent had already had their skulls pried open while still alive, their faint spiritual energy stripped clean.