Murderous Fiend (2)

An eerie silence had fallen over Blood Feast Valley.

The killing storm Shen Qingyun had unleashed had temporarily subsided now that he had voluntarily called a truce.

Those who had survived by sheer luck—the other “Shen Qingyuns”—seemed to have seized a lifeline. They threw themselves into studying the Blood Feast Art, hoping to quickly unravel its secrets and gain the power to protect themselves, or even turn the tables on their enemies.

Shen Qingyun sat cross-legged in a pool of blood, paying no heed to the fearful looks cast his way.

He lowered his head in thought, pondering a question.

Why? Why did the person behind Blood Feast Valley’s design need a hundred people with the same name?

The gimmick of giving them all the same name was not hard to understand.

The demonic sect loved these mysterious tricks. They seemed to prefer deceiving mortals to simply taking action themselves.

How many mortals could be made to believe wholeheartedly in a false promise of “immortal fate”?

Just look at the hundred people gathered here and the answer was clear...