Rolling...

Jin Xiong’s head rolled continuously for over ten meters before coming to a halt.

That proud face still bore the expression of a laugh.

However, beneath that face, the neck which had been cut smoothly was still bleeding.

As for the headless corpse, a gush of hot blood erupted only after a while.

Behind, the Fog Demon held its scythe, as if performing the simplest of tasks.

"This... this..." Nearby, Gongsun Huowu stared blankly first at Jin Xiong’s head, then at the headless body.

To her, this was almost an intolerable reality.

A peak Saint Emperor Realm, a dignified Great Elder of the Ten Thousand Gold Mansion, just had his head severed in a moment?

A being already renowned among the upper-level martial artists of the Central Region, just died like this?

Whoosh...

Suddenly, the silhouette of the Fog Demon vanished from its original position.

Before Gongsun Huowu could react, a hideous and terrifying face appeared before her.

Those hollow eyes were merely a foot away from her beautiful eyes.

In that instant, Gongsun Huowu could only constrict her pupils as cold sweat poured down.

That was an inexplicable panic from deep within her heart.

Those hollow and lifeless, seemingly indifferent eyes of horror could make one instantaneously plunge into fear.

The next second.

The Fog Demon suddenly raised the sharp scythe in its hand and swung down.

"Ah..." Gongsun Huowu exclaimed in surprise.

The scene of a decapitated head hitting the ground flashed through her mind, forcing her to scream out of fear.

Slash...

The scythe swiftly sliced through the air, bringing forth a sky-breaking sound.

This astonishing speed would likely slice her head off perfectly.

However, just as the scythe neared her neck, it suddenly halted.

Swish...

The sharp aura of the scythe neatly cut through a strand of her hair.

The strand slowly fell.

Gongsun Huowu’s elegant figure instantly collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, she felt she brushed past death.

In front of her, the Fog Demon turned its face, looking at Xiao Yi.

Only Xiao Yi could make it suddenly stop the scythe.

"Return." Xiao Yi said.

Whoosh... Without hesitation, the Fog Demon flashed back to Xiao Yi’s side.

"Why did you try to kill her?" Xiao Yi asked curiously.

He did not command the Fog Demon to kill Gongsun Huowu.

"Master... Eyes..." The Fog Demon’s words gradually became less clumsy, but still not very fluent.

"Master... dislikes her... I kill..."

"Ha." Xiao Yi chuckled softly, "Come back for now."

"Yes." The Fog Demon nodded and swiftly vanished from sight, returning to the Wind Saint Pot.

Afterward, Xiao Yi turned around and left.

Behind him, Gongsun Huowu suddenly stood up.

No wonder she’s one of the Eighteen Mansions’ Talents, recovering from fear so quickly.

"Xiao Yi, you little thief." Gongsun Huowu gritted her silver teeth.

"The humiliation of today, I, Gongsun Huowu, will never forget."

As she spoke, a trace of shame and anger flashed across her pale face.

"Humiliation?" Xiao Yi said indifferently without turning back.

"If your skills are inferior, what’s there to say?"

"Hmph." Gongsun Huowu snorted coldly, "That’s easy for you to say."

"I don’t believe you, Xiao Yi, have never been defeated."

"Defeated." Xiao Yi nodded, not saying more.

His figure flashed, carrying Jin Xiong’s corpse as he swiftly left.

Of course, he had been defeated before.

Yet, it was always at the hands of some old folks.

But even when defeated, he wouldn’t make those meaningless harsh declarations.

Rather than that, it’s better to strengthen oneself, achieve victory in the future, and never lose again.

...

Within the Golden Light Dangerous Land.

Xiao Yi flashed for thousands of miles before suddenly stopping.

Setting down Jin Xiong’s corpse, he sensed for a moment.

"Purple Martial Soul." Xiao Yi’s face showed slight pleasure.

Indeed, those who could cultivate to the peak of the Saint Emperor Realm were not ordinary people.

This Jin Xiong’s martial soul was of the purple rank, and the shade wasn’t light.

Probably at mid-grade purple tier.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes and the next moment opened them again.

The previously clear and bright eyes suddenly changed.

The left eye was deep as ink, the right eye fiery as flames.

At the center of both eyes’ view, an invisible vortex appeared out of thin air.

In one breath, Jin Xiong’s martial soul power was absorbed completely.

Xiao Yi simultaneously introspected the Fire Control Beast Martial Soul within him.

The Fire Control Beast, as always, adorably opened its mouth wide, ’eating’ these martial soul powers generously.

It was noticeable that the color of the Fire Control Beast slightly deepened.

Having completed everything, Xiao Yi was about to leave.

Suddenly, the Universe Ring in his hand trembled slightly.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Perceiving the Universe Ring, it was the Cold Flame Sword within that was vibrating.

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows.

He naturally knew the reason for the Cold Flame Sword’s vibration.

Thinking for a moment, Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Forget it." Xiao Yi murmured to himself, a flash of light in his hand.

The Cold Flame Sword appeared out of thin air.

The sharp tip touched Jin Xiong’s corpse.

The Cold Flame Sword’s body flickered with a rhythm like a cheer.

While the essence blood on Jin Xiong’s corpse kept flowing away.

The essence blood of a peak Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse was naturally the reason for the Cold Flame Sword’s enthusiastic dance.

In fact, Xiao Yi used to refrain from letting the Cold Flame Sword absorb martial artist’s essence blood.

It’s not that he thought the Cold Flame Sword’s action was evil.

In this world, nothing is absolute.

There is no talk of evil or not; it depends only on the human heart.

Take the Evil Cultivators, they are not called that because their cultivation techniques are Evil Cultivator techniques.

It is because, for the sake of cultivating their Evil Cultivator techniques, they often slaughter indiscriminately, extinguishing humanity.

They massacre cities at the drop of a hat, living off blood, akin to beasts, hence they are called Evil Cultivators.

Xiao Yi’s reluctance was more due to the Cold Flame Sword’s absorption often triggering a resonance with the Blood Pill within him.

The Cold Flame Sword seemingly treated him ’exceptionally well,’ absorbing essence blood and sharing a portion with him.

This action caused the Blood Pill within him to expand continually.

Xiao Yi’s greatest fear was that the Blood Pill might erupt someday, causing a catastrophe.

However, lately he had thoroughly changed his mind.

Especially after being hunted by the Beiyin Sect Great Elder, it served as a wake-up call for him.

Indeed, the continuous growth of the Blood Pill is dangerous.

But compared to his current situation, how does it stand?

He roams the Central Region, adventures everywhere, he walks on thin ice.

He pushes his limits in cultivation seeking to maximize rapidly his cultivation and strength, this in itself is nearly at all cost.

How many times has he wandered on the brink of life and death, how many times has he exploded out of dire and dangerous situations?

Compared to his various battles, various circumstances, the Blood Pill, what is it?

Even if the Blood Pill does explode, will the situation be worse than the many life and death realms he’s faced?

In this vast and perilous Central Region, only absolute strength is the guarantee.

If one cannot survive, everything is empty talk.

...

First update.