"You..."
Xue Wuhen gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to refuse Li Changsheng's terms, but when he thought of the strange, unfathomable technique Li Changsheng possessed,
he felt apprehensive and did not dare defy Li Changsheng's wishes at all, afraid that he would use that technique again to harm them.
He did not want to die. He was the dignified sect master of the Blood Fiend Sect.
If he were schemed against and killed, where would he put his pride?
How would the Blood Fiend Sect maintain its foothold in the cultivation world afterward? This would be a stain on him for life, one that could never be washed away.
"Fine, I accept your conditions. You can let go of my shoulder now, can't you?"
Xue Wuhen asked in a deep voice. Now that Li Changsheng had subdued him, he could only compromise.
"Hahaha, wouldn't it have been better if you'd agreed from the start?"
After saying that, Li Changsheng suddenly exerted force with his hand and crushed his shoulder. Blood immediately streamed down, staining the ground red.
Xue Wuhen screamed in agony, his eyes turning bloodshot. He looked like a furious beast, as though he wanted nothing more than to pounce on Li Changsheng and tear his skin apart.
Li Changsheng sneered and charged at him again, the treasured sword in his hand transforming into a series of afterimages.
They stabbed toward Xue Wuhen's chest, each strike piercing through his clothes and leaving one bloody hole after another.
With every slash, Li Changsheng took away a wisp of his soul, making his body convulse violently. His lips turned purple and his eyes bulged, making him look like a monster.
He had already lost the ability to fight.
Li Changsheng was in no hurry to deal with him. Instead, he