Li Xuanxiao rubbed his brow.
Inside the thatched hut.
Liu Ruyan's soul and spirit had already been utterly extinguished.
This move had carried enormous risk.
But circumstances had forced his hand. Her divine ability had simply been too terrifying.
Who knew how it had altered his memories, or how far its range extended?
For all he knew, the next second he might mistake her for someone else.
Perhaps he really would become some fool with a six for a left hand, a seven for a right, one shoulder high and the other low...
When roaming the martial world, the greatest taboo was overconfidence in one's own strength. How many great heroes and veteran masters had capsized in the gutter because of it?
By his reckoning, there were simply too many possible accidents.
Only by acting cleanly and decisively could Li Xuanxiao feel at ease.
After dealing with Liu Ruyan, Li Xuanxiao decided that he would not descend the mountain for the next few years.
Now that the Shushan Sword Formation had been activated once more.
The matters outside could be handled by Jia Sidao and Zhang Haoran.
"..."
Great Xia.
Night blanketed a village.
Zhang Haoran frowned at the scene before him.
A bull demon with an enormous head lounged against the door, arms folded over its chest, mockery glinting in its eyes.
"You brothers from the Monster Suppressing Division want to have some fun too?"
The bull demon spoke casually.
Several of Zhang Haoran's colleagues from the Monster Suppressing Division looked around curiously, seemingly wanting to see what the woman the bull demon had captured this time looked like.
The leader of the Monster Suppressing Division squad smiled and shook his head. "No. You should enjoy such a fine thing yourself."
Zhang Haoran gripped the hilt of his blade