Fellow Daoist, Your Human Emperor Banner Is Giving Off Black Qi

The protagonist is a selfish, evil cultivator. Fellow Daoists with a sense of justice should read with caution.

Massacre clans, cities, sects, nations, entire worlds. With a soul banner in hand, what does it matter if I slaughter the Myriad Worlds?

The junior disciple who just joined the peak is a scheming, two-faced green tea boy, but his master, senior sisters, and junior sisters all favor him.

Chen Feng doesn't care: Then you can all keep him company inside my banner.

A Soul-Devouring Banner in his right hand, a Book of Merit in his left, a Samsara Seal on his back, yin and yang in his eyes, and the Nine Netherworlds beneath his feet.

The senior brother seems righteous and noble on the surface, but behind closed doors, he's an utterly depraved evil cultivator.

He gets revenge the very day someone crosses him, settling the score that night. When he wipes out the roots, he spares no one, young or old, male or female. Come gather in my soul banner.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.