Slaying Nie Han

Ye Xiwen had been building up power for this strike, intending to heavily injure him in a single blow. Given his strength, if he continued fighting Nie Han, they would likely end up with both sides wounded.

Thus, this was his only option: a charged strike, using his full strength to severely injure Nie Han and tip the scales of victory a little toward himself. Though it had consumed one hundred million Spirit Origin Pills, Ye Xiwen did not so much as blink. To him, if one hundred million Spirit Origin Pills could buy a grave injury for Nie Han, it was worth it.

Ye Xiwen would not give him time to flee. He immediately stepped forward again and pursued him. While you were sick, he would take your life—that was exactly how it was!

"You actually dared to hurt me! You actually hurt me!" Nie Han roared, his face twisted savagely. Though he had seen Ye Xiwen's strength, he had never truly taken Ye Xiwen seriously. In his heart, Ye Xiwen was simply unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.

Yet now, this ant whom he had never spared a glance had actually injured him—gravely injured him, no less. It felt as though he had been slapped hard across the face in public, and his rage erupted on the spot.

Waves of Demonic Qi poured from his body. Everything within him boiled; his vital blood was burning. Killing intent crisscrossed his eyes, and the only person left in his world was Ye Xiwen.

Kill Ye Xiwen. Only by killing Ye Xiwen could he have a future. Otherwise, not only would he fail to keep his position as Soul Destruction Hall Master, he might even be killed by his former subordinates.

He had no other choice. There