Just a little more, just a little more.
He was only a little short of advancing to Spirit Transformation. Li Xuanxiao smiled.
The more he fought, the stronger he became, and this was Ghost Domain.
The victor could dispose of the defeated as they pleased.
Li Xuanxiao could absorb them into the Myriad Souls Banner, and no one would have any objections.
"Come again, come again!"
Li Xuanxiao shouted.
"Is there no one left in Ghost Domain?"
Li Xuanxiao's words were far too arrogant, infuriating quite a few people.
Especially since both Chen Liu's and Master Bai's factions were present.
Chen Liu stared fixedly at Li Xuanxiao. Fire Daoist had followed him for many years and had been quite capable at handling affairs.
Now, Li Xuanxiao had suddenly killed him. How could Chen Liu not be furious?
Yet fury was fury; he had not let it cloud his mind.
Li Xuanxiao drew a deep breath, feeling Fire Daoist's cultivation flow continuously into his body.
As the connection between the Myriad Souls Banner and himself grew ever closer,
Li Xuanxiao could clearly sense the changes in the Myriad Souls Banner.
In the past, the cultivation transformed by the Myriad Souls Banner and fed back into his body required a much longer cycle.
Moreover, there was considerable loss along the way.
If someone possessed eight hundred years of cultivation, then when the Myriad Souls Banner first absorbed it and fed it back to him,
by the time it reached him, only a hundred years of cultivation would remain.
But now, the utilization rate of that cultivation had reached a terrifying eighty percent.
Though it had not reached the point of one hundred percent absorption, it was already extraordinarily precious to Li Xuanxiao.
He felt Fire Daoist's cultivation, felt his own cultivation rising