Ding! You have devoured a death-row prisoner in the Body Tempering Realm and gained ten years of cultivation!
Ye Wuming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sheathed his sword amid the people's cheers. No one knew that this young lord of the Criminal Justice Bureau, who had just slain a demon, was staring at the trembling neck of his benefactor.
"A master in the Meridian Opening Realm should be even more nourishing, right?"
At a family banquet in the ancestral hall, he smiled as he served his younger brother a piece of braised pork laced with Gu poison.
When his father, a Seventh-Realm grandmaster, shattered the roof tiles with his oppressive aura, he was chewing on his mother's heart and breaking through to the Fifth Realm.
In the Golden Throne Hall, the Eighth-Realm emperor laughed wildly at the map of the empire, half devoured. "So you're a gluttonous beast's dog too!"
Ye Wuming thrust his blade through the dragon throne. A rain of blood drenched his pale teeth as he said:
"Wrong. Now you're my...
afternoon tea."
The paragraph is too long. So many people died in the dungeon without anyone noticing?