The Taoist Scripture Master Treasure Seal struck down on Chi Hai's corpse, one blow after another.
With the strikes, his brain matter splattered, and blood flew everywhere, staining Huoyun's Taoist robe completely. He then put away the Treasure Seal, stood up, clapped his hands, and wiped them on his clothes.
Song Lin felt conflicted inside.
Such childish theatrics?
The so-called rules, the so-called morality, the so-called Taoist School's laws—in the end, they could not outweigh the power of a fist. Wasn't it just a joke?
In this world, it is always the fist that speaks reason.
Song Lin had originally thought so as well, but he believed there should still be some adherence to rules.
He hadn't expected human depravity to know no bounds. Even when cloaked in finery, the stench of scum remained detectable.
Indeed, strength is the most important thing...
"Chi Hai succumbed to his own demonic cultivation and died instantly," Huoyun explained to Song Lin with a calm expression.
