As Xiao Yan completely annihilated Qing Ming, leaving him without the slightest possibility of revival, Yao Wan once again felt a throb from deep within her bloodline.
It was also at that moment that a flash of spiritual light shone from Medicine Emperor's skeleton, enveloping the two of them and drawing them to a gray, misty shore that was almost identical to the outside world.
Beside a crackling bonfire, several figures sat together around the flames.
"Soul Emperor, what do you think? The successor you chose doesn't seem to be a match for this descendant of mine, does he? Hahahaha—"
A hearty laugh rang out, mingling with the surging tide, making Xiao Yan freeze slightly.
"The winner is king and the loser is a bandit. What is there to say? That man killed the successor who was originally more suited to it, proving he was stronger than him. Your descendant killed him, so naturally that means he is stronger than this man."
The voice that answered the hearty laughter was low and calm, without the slightest fluctuation. To him, even the death of the successor he had chosen seemed to be nothing worth stirring his interest.
"Heh heh heh, that may be true, but you really didn't teach Qing Ming the most crucial step of that divine ability of yours, did you?"
"Blood Blade, Soul Sever. Without blood, where would the blood blade come from? Forcing it would only turn it into his own death warrant. Otherwise, with the power of the Supreme Fa Body, perhaps he really could have fought this descendant of mine a little longer."
"He killed the successor I had taken a liking to and seized this inheritance by force. The inheritance did not suit him. Is that not only natural?"
The man who spoke this