In the darkness, Li Poxiao's Qiankun Sword flashed with a frightening, murderous light, blood dripping from it drop by drop. No one knew how many cultivators he had killed along the way. Whether those people had been good or evil no longer mattered. Anyone who could make the Qiankun Sword stained with blood was probably dead.
He Naitian retreated several steps. His opponent's gaze burned like fire, and his cultivation was far higher than his own. A late-stage Seeking Dao cultivator—that startled me. But I soon understood the key. This was definitely a side effect of my soul poison. Soul poison itself was yin in nature; it could grow and reproduce on its own, and absorbing yin qi was naturally effortless for it. For it to surge so quickly to a level almost entering the Dao was perfectly normal.
"Cough, cough... Didn't expect this, did you? Your soul poison has clung to me like a maggot burrowing into bone, yet at this moment, it has helped me." Li Poxiao's expression was gloomy, and the tapping of his approaching footsteps seemed to trample on the human heart.
"Where's Li Duanyue? Did you turn her into a sword pill?" I looked around Li Poxiao. There was no one else, only Zhou Xuan standing far away. When she looked at me, hesitation flickered in her eyes. Perhaps she didn't know whether she should help me or Li Poxiao.
"That has nothing to do with you!" Li Poxiao answered curtly, then looked at He Naitian. "Give him your sword."
He Naitian frowned. He knew that his own strength was inadequate now, and he naturally had no idea what relationship I had with Li Poxiao. If lending me his sword could give me the power to protect myself, then of course there was no problem.