"Wuji Old Demon, are you really planning to annihilate my Shenxiao Sword Sect, not even sparing a single apprentice?" Xiao Zhengxuan asked in a deep voice.

"I've said it before, not even a bird will fly out of here. The reason I haven't acted yet is to let you experience the fear and despair before death. After today, the Shenxiao Sword Sect will be completely erased from the map of Lizhou, becoming history. Xiao Zhengxuan, cherish these last moments!" Wuji Daoist had always had a penchant for tormenting others and thoroughly enjoyed the process.

He always felt that killing someone outright was too simple, not thrilling enough. He wanted his enemies to know that death was imminent, yet be powerless to change or resist it. At this point, fear, terror, and despair would breed and spread, ultimately leading to a mental breakdown.

"Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for doing this?"