Several minutes later, Xiao Yan slowly rose to his feet. He took a handkerchief from his clothes and wiped the blood from his fists, coldly glancing at the Bald Robber lying on his back on the ground. Only a few teeth remained in his mouth, his head was split open and bleeding, blood seeped from all seven apertures, and he had long since lost consciousness. Only his body continued to twitch.
Though he looked miserable, he still had a breath left in him.
Xiao Yan's purpose was not to kill, but to punish.
At least, for now, that was the case.
Those who could be guided back onto the righteous path with words would be guided with words.
Those who could not be pulled back with words would have to be dealt with by force. This was also the method Xiao Yan was most unwilling to use.
It meant that no matter how deeply he believed in the righteous path in his heart, he still had to rely on violence to solve problems. He detested that immensely.
Inside the ring, Yao Chen frowned slightly as she sensed the Black Qi around Xiao Yan gradually withdrawing into his body.
That thing again.
The last time Xiao Yan learned that the Gale Family had failed in their attempt to abduct someone, this same Black Qi, condensed from negative emotions, had emerged from his body.
Yao Chen could not understand it. Negative emotions capable of contaminating a soul to such an extent were beyond even what those experts of her own level could possess.
Yao Chen was merely watching from the sidelines, yet the Black Qi made her heart tremble with fear.
It was no exaggeration to say that even when she was alive, if her soul had been contaminated by negative emotions