"Kill!"
Earth-shattering war cries surged toward Xiao Mo.
Yet Xiao Mo merely gave them a faint glance.
In that instant, nine strange Dao patterns appeared in his eyes.
Within the tide of people, some Cultivators who noticed his gaze began to lose control of their bodies.
"What are you doing?!"
"AHH!"
"Are you insane?!"
"Why are you killing me?!"
"Stop!"
"Stop it, now!"
Among the thirty thousand Cultivators, more and more fell under the control of Xiao Mo's Pupil Technique, turning to slash their sabers at their comrades.
In just two breaths, pair after pair of blood-red eyes opened once more in the sky above.
Anyone who was watched by those blood-red eyes became Xiao Mo's Puppets, raising their butcher knives against their companions.
"Xiao Mo, I'd like to see how long you can last!"
Tang Beifeng was furious.
