After seeing off his Third Brother, Xiao Mo raised the long blade in his hand and slashed down once more. The entire courtyard, along with the formation, was split in half by Xiao Mo.

After Xiao Mo destroyed the core of the blood sacrifice formation, the blood mist pervading the town gradually dispersed.

The unconscious common people and cultivators of Maple Leaf City gradually woke up.

For most people, they had no idea what had happened. The blood mist from not long ago was as if it had never existed at all.

The remaining Forgetting River Sect cultivators in Maple Leaf City were even more bewildered. What was going on? Could it be that the formation had malfunctioned?

Some Forgetting River Sect cultivators hurriedly ran toward the courtyard that housed the formation's core.

When they arrived at the courtyard, all they saw was a man holding a Tang sword, standing quietly at the courtyard entrance. As for Senior Sister Liu and Senior Brother Qian, they were nowhere to be seen.

Before they could ask what the situation was, Xiao Mo took his blade and walked toward them step by step.

Feeling Xiao Mo's terrifying aura, the Forgetting River Sect cultivators had only one thought: run quickly!

They couldn't even muster the thought of resistance and immediately turned to leave. But how could Xiao Mo let them go?

With a single sweep of his blade, all the Forgetting River Sect cultivators before him died on the spot, not even leaving behind corpses.

After killing these cultivators, Xiao Mo headed to the City Lord's Manor once more.

"Young Master Xiao, what are you going to do?"

"Young Master Xiao, it was all Senior Sister and the others who wanted to harm you. It has nothing to do with us!"

"Young Master Xiao! Please, I beg you! Spare my life, please!"

When Xiao Mo walked into the City Lord's Manor, everyone felt the baleful qi emanating from around his body and his undisguised killing intent, and they all begged Xiao Mo for mercy.

However, apart from some of the original servants and maids of the City Lord's Manor, all the Forgetting River Sect disciples that Xiao Mo encountered were cut down with a single slash, without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, a young girl who had already arrived at Maple Leaf City looked around in confusion. She had wanted to break this blood sacrifice formation. But before she could make a move, the formation had completely dispersed.

While the girl was still puzzled about what had happened, soaring blood qi condensed above the City Lord's Manor, and thunderous booms came from that direction one after another.

The girl didn't hesitate and quickly flew over.

"Young Master Xiao, this humble one has no grievances or enmity with you. Please spare this humble one's life. This humble one is willing to work like an ox or horse for you! Moreover, this humble one guarantees that I'll never do evil deeds again! Young Master Xiao, please, I beg you..."

A Forgetting River Sect inner sect disciple knelt before Xiao Mo, continuously kowtowing but Xiao Mo acted as if he hadn't heard, raising the blade in his hand once more.

All the Forgetting River Sect cultivators had built their cultivation by piling up human lives, without a single exception. Those who were exceptions had long become nourishment for other Forgetting River Sect disciples, just like Third Brother.

Just as Xiao Mo was about to strike down, his mind stirred slightly. Immediately after, he turned and slashed with his blade.

The lotus flowers that floated lightly toward Xiao Mo were all shattered in midair, transforming into countless fine golden petals that scattered down from the sky like a golden rain.

A wisp of faint fragrance swept past Xiao Mo's nose with the wind, elegant and tranquil.

Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.

The moonlight flowed like water, quietly spilling onto the earth. A young girl in monk's robes now stood before him, though he didn't know when she had arrived.

Her skin was fair as jade, glowing with a soft luster under the moonlight, as if gently enveloped in a layer of hazy radiance. Long lashes lowered, covering a pair of extremely clear eyes.

Her eyes were so pure they remained unstained by dust, like freshly fallen snow, silently covering an entire vast plain, so pristine that one dared not touch them easily, fearing to leave even the slightest trace.

Though the girl had no hair, it didn't diminish her ethereal beauty in the slightest. Her features were distinct and delicate, a straight nose, thin lips, all her contours seemingly traced carefully by moonlight, not a fraction more, not a fraction less, merging just right into a face that made one hold their breath.

It was as if the girl's beauty was not something the mortal world could contain, but rather came from beyond the clouds, carrying a pure and flawless holiness.

The moment Xiao Mo's eyes met the girl's, her clear eyes froze slightly and couldn't help but waver, filled with disbelief.

"Xiao Mo..."

Looking at the man before her, his entire body filled with baleful qi, Wangxin slowly spoke, as if in a dream.

Even though the girl hadn't seen him for nearly seven years, even though he used to be the same height as her but was now a head taller, the girl still recognized him at first glance.

"Jiang Xin, it's been a long time," Xiao Mo naturally recognized her as well. After all, her eyes were unforgettable to anyone. "No, I should call you Wangxin now."

"Xiao Mo, what happened here?" Wangxin asked apprehensively.

Even though Wangxin couldn't read Xiao Mo's heart, she could sense that he was very angry right now.

"The Forgetting River Sect wanted to blood sacrifice Maple Leaf City and killed my Third Brother. I'm just making them repay blood with blood," Xiao Mo said calmly.

"But Xiao Mo..." Wangxin glanced at the Forgetting River Sect disciple behind her. "I can sense that in his heart, he truly repents. Abbot Grandfather said that if someone truly repents, we should give them a chance to make amends for the wrongs they did before."

"Master Wangxin."

Looking at this naive girl, Xiao Mo's tone carried a hint of teasing, more like mockery.

"What use is sincere repentance right before death? After I leave, do you think he won't commit evil deeds again? Secondly, how does Master Wangxin know that the people he killed want him to repent? What if those vengeful souls only want him to die?

Finally, even if he truly repents, so what? What does that have to do with me? His repentance is his business, my wanting to kill him is mine. I don't have the leisure to 'reform' everyone. I only know that these people deserve to die, nothing more."

Wangxin was speechless.

"Move aside," Xiao Mo said to Wangxin.

"Xiao Mo, I can't. Not killing him isn't just about giving this benefactor a chance to turn over a new leaf, it's also for your sake."

Wangxin shook her head forcefully.

"Your state of mind isn't right. I can see it. The blood baleful qi on your body is far too heavy. You cultivate the Blood Demon Sword Formula. Abbot Grandfather once said that the Blood Demon Sword Formula is like licking blood from a blade's edge. If you kill too heavily, when the baleful qi attacks your heart, you'll truly enter demonization..."

"Enter demonization? Wangxin, I'm a Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciple. In the eyes of the world, I am already a demon," Xiao Mo said indifferently.

"How the world views you is the world's business, but in my heart, you're not!" Wangxin bit her thin lips tightly.

"How you view me, what does that have to do with me?" Xiao Mo looked coldly at Wangxin, raising the Tang sword in his hand. "Move aside!"

Under this mountain-like oppression of blood baleful qi, cold sweat broke out on Wangxin's forehead, and her body couldn't help but tremble. But the girl still said stubbornly, "I... I won't..."

Xiao Mo's eyes narrowed, and overwhelming killing intent covered the entire City Lord's Manor. The blood baleful qi seemed to form a demonic face with a fierce, savage expression, about to devour Wangxin.

"Master Wangxin! I'll say this one last time!"

Xiao Mo's eyes were incomparably bloodshot.

"Get lost!"