Chapter 614: Do You Want to Live, or Die? Choose One

Nine tripod cauldrons full of bloodmeal stood within the Hall of Peace. The dense smell of blood already filled the air, but as seven Grain Avoidance cultivators died where they stood, the stench intensified. Earlier, Zhou Zhili had been fighting back the urge to hurl. Yet now, he felt incomparably joyful, so excited that he almost wanted to dance, throw back his head, and roar into the sky. Over the past few days, the "highest authority of the Great Zhou" had felt far too stifled and...