Long Xiaoyao, You're Happy Far Too Soon

A pitch-black mark appeared in the otherwise formless, intangible space.

It was a dark ravine that struck directly at the soul, carrying an intense dread that made one's scalp tingle from merely glancing at it from afar.

This was the blade art Qian Chaoguang had comprehended while on the brink of death—Netherworld.

The black blade light passed through the enormous blood-red body without hindrance, then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ye Xishui's crazed, cold smile froze on her face as well.

Qian Chaoguang's gaze was indifferent as he sighed inwardly.

He had originally been wondering whether he could lure out the Demon Empress.

Now, it seemed that during the era of the Peerless Tang Sect, the Demon Empress had indeed not yet begun cooperating with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Otherwise, there was no reason for her to remain absent when he had practically made the bait this obvious, and the surrounding army had displayed no vigilance whatsoever.

If he wanted to hook that big fish as an experience pack, he would probably still have to venture into the deep sea.

Since his casual cast had not landed anything substantial, he could wait for another opportunity.

Having wiped out most of the Holy Spirit Cult's forces today, he could not exactly call it a fruitless trip.

At some unknown point, the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Masters had already been completely slaughtered.

Warm sunlight pierced through the vast banks of dark clouds, shining directly onto Ye Xishui's delicate blood-red face.

There was no earth-shattering sound, nor any spectacle capable of overturning heaven and earth.

This blade light, containing all of Qian Chaoguang's understanding of death, had already extinguished every trace of life within Ye Xishui's body, along with the boundless sea of blood.

Bang!

A sound like a bursting balloon rang