After saying this, the man let out a long breath, then slowly sat down on the ground.
"Playing the tough guy in front of me? Brave of you!" Han Li gave a cold laugh and raised his hand to snap his fingers.
He had learned this move from True Venerable Qu, and had always felt it was inexplicably cool.
With a soft crack, that Nascent Soul Realm cultivator instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Then countless tiny shards of ice drifted down like crimson snowflakes.
Likewise, his Nascent Soul had no chance to flee, which also confirmed Han Li's cultivation as a True Venerable.
In terms of gore, this move was no less brutal than the Years Divine Ability.
The difference was that what Han Li brought was only a visual shock.
No one would think this move was the method of a Heretical Cultivator, so the fear it brought everyone was somewhat less.
"Filthy thing, dirtying the room." With a thought from him, a whirlwind swept up the bloody snow and rushed out the door.
"Leave a wisp." Qu Jianlei raised a hand and drew over a clump of blood-colored ice crystals.
Then he looked at Yi Wentian and asked calmly, "The Seventh Branch was wiped out?"
"Reporting to the Great Venerable, yes," Yi Wentian answered solemnly. "Not a single survivor."
"You people..." Yi He gave a soft sigh. "Heh, you disappoint me somewhat."
"At the time, the Seventh Branch..." Yi Wentian wanted to offer a defense, but in the end, he answered honestly, "The Origin Ancestor's lesson is correct."
"We were wrong. Brothers may quarrel within the walls, but they should resist insult from without together. The Origin Ancestor's rebuke should be entered into the ancestral hall."
"Ah, do as you like," Yi He said, somewhat