I am the master soul

Keeping his head bowed, he glanced at the black-robed Immortal Master out of the corner of his eye.,The demon cultivator waved the long sword in his hand, and as soon as it left its sheath, blood appeared.,The old village head's head detached from his stooped body, soaring high before rolling down, a spurt of blood reaching several feet, the metallic and sweet scent filling the air.。