I am the master soul

Under the scorching sun of the Three Futian period, cold sweat trickled down my spine, soaking my short shirt.,The old village head's head detached from his stooped body, soaring high before rolling down, a spurt of blood reaching several feet, the metallic and sweet scent filling the air.,The sword-wielding demonic cultivator slaughtered the villagers within the formation as easily as killing chickens.。