In Hua Yue's strange land, the sounds of pursuit never ceased.
The geniuses of Ghost Control Heaven held Ten Thousand Souls Banners, their yin aura cold and murderous, like the wails of ten thousand ghosts.
"Blood Robe, if you've got the guts, stop running!"
"You can't even compare to a single hair on Black Sword!"
These pursuers were beside themselves with rage.
Even when they accelerated, even burning their blood essence, they still could not catch Blood Robe. Every time, they felt they were just a little short.
At that moment, a genius transmitted his voice.
"Our insults are too weak. He won't stop. Would any brave warrior step forward... and imitate Fang Xue?"
The moment those words came out, the geniuses all fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, one genius finally replied.
"Our enemy is him. What does his mother have to do with it? Don't drag innocents into this!"
"That's right. Insulting his mother is truly beneath us!"
The geniuses discussed it fervently.
Little did they know that every word had fallen clearly into Qi Yuan's ears.
"Sure enough, even evil people sometimes have a fleeting flash of human brilliance."
"But it's still because they fear me. They're afraid of me!"
"If everyone were like this, why worry that the Immortal Realm's moral climate could not be set right?"
"So, I still have to kill until heads roll like melons before they fear me and stop spouting foul language!"
"Sure enough, whenever there is reform, how could there be no bloodshed?"
Qi Yuan had gained a clearer understanding of this world.
Unfortunately, he was still too weak. He was merely in the Purple Mansion Realm.
The Immortal Realm's atmosphere had decayed, and he found it difficult to turn it around at present.
"Still too weak. If