Even Qing Xuan's face was pale as paper.
Liu Xi did not resort to collective punishment. He had only killed those from the Black Lineage and Profound Lineage, leaving everyone else untouched.
In the end, those two factions were simply too disgusting. Liu Xi had exercised some restraint before, but now that his strength had risen, and he had gained the aura of a hero besides, those two clowns had once again bounced right into his path.
They had stretched out their necks and waited for him to chop them off. If he did not oblige, Liu Xi would feel bad about it.
Then Liu Xi abruptly rose to his feet. Surrounded by Zi Yan and Qing Lin, he swept toward the depths of the Fu Tu Realm, toward the tallest black tower that flickered in and out of sight.
Liu Xi paid no attention to the fearful yet faintly indignant gazes behind him. He had already killed half the Heaven Supremes. If the remaining half proved equally suicidal, he would not mind killing them all as well.
If they truly had that kind of resolve, would the Fu Tu Ancient Clan have fallen into such a state? It had long since declined beyond recognition, with a gap in its generations and endless internal strife. Had Qing Yan Jing not emerged, the Fu Tu Ancient Clan would have been cast aside by the times sooner or later.
A moment later.
Liu Xi stood in the air. A thousand zhang before him, a black tower was rooted in the ground, extending all the way into the clouds. Endless Fu Tu power flowed across its body.
Black and white spiritual power intertwined, producing all manner of profound phenomena that gathered around every side of the tower. Terrifying destructive power permeated its surface.