Hun Tiandi, Defeated!

"You speak as if you know what the world beyond the Dou Qi Continent looks like." Hun Tiandi sneered.

"After all that high-minded talk, you still want to dominate the Dou Qi Continent. How laughable. No matter how many schemes you have, strength is what matters most. Let's see how you escape from my grasp now! Die!"

With that, the Blood Blade in Hun Tiandi's hand tore through space, transforming into a blood shadow as it slashed toward Xiao Ming.

"What a pity."

Seeing this, Xiao Ming's eyes revealed a trace of regret. Hun Tiandi's current state would not last long, and he had intended to stall for more time. However, Hun Tiandi was clearly no fool and had decisively struck after only a few words.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Ming stored away Gu Yuan's soul, then slipped through space and vanished from where he stood, leaving behind only an afterimage for Hun Tiandi's strike to pierce through.

Having failed to land a blow, Hun Tiandi's eyes gleamed viciously. Sensing Xiao Ming's location, he immediately gave chase.

Yet every time, he missed by a hair and lost by a mile.

As the pursuit continued, the Blood Sea churned, raising monstrous waves as countless streams of energy surged into Hun Tiandi's body.

At the same time, the cries of countless Vengeful Spirits soared into the sky. Their demonic voices rang in his ears, making Hun Tiandi roar again and again.

It was not that Hun Tiandi himself was so easily enraged. The energy within the Blood Sea had been formed from the blood essence and souls of countless clans, naturally carrying their grudges and malice toward the Soul Clan from before their deaths.

Evil thoughts gnawed at his heart. The ceaseless malice rising from the depths of his