However, Xu Qingxuan truly deserved to be someone who had escaped alive from the white-haired evil cultivator twenty years ago.
Her delicate body swayed slightly as it fell, instantly splitting from one into two, then two into three, transforming into several figures. Before the white-haired evil cultivator's next attack arrived, each became a streak of pink light and fled dozens of miles away.
After narrowing his eyes at this sight, the white-haired evil cultivator immediately focused all his attention on Xu Mingxi, who had failed to escape in time. With a flick of his sleeve, he flashed behind Xu Mingxi, raised his withered right claw, and thrust it straight toward the top of Xu Mingxi's head.
With a tearing sound.
Xu Mingxi's skull was pierced by the white-haired evil cultivator's fingertips as easily as tofu.
At the same time, Xu Mingxi wept tears of blood from the agonizing pain and let out a miserable howl.
"Third Brother!" Xu Qingxuan, who had fled into the distance, paled in alarm, all color draining from her lovely face.
The next moment, an astonishing ripple of soul consciousness spread outward from Xu Mingxi and the white-haired evil cultivator.
"Possession? He wants to possess Third Brother?"
Only then did Xu Qingxuan realize it. Her expression shifted several times, and the streak of light she had halted in midair wavered, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.
If Xu Mingxi had simply been killed by the white-haired evil cultivator, she could have left without mercy and without a shred of guilt. Life and death were determined by fate; when Xu Mingxi had accepted her invitation, he had already prepared himself for this possibility.
But possession was different—
When a higher-realm cultivator possessed a lower-realm cultivator, they still had to expend considerable effort to ensure the body remained