"It's over."
That was what Dao Yi thought at that moment.
But he had no regrets.
For he had been born as a blade—he would rather break than bend.
Once upon a time, he had also considered
the many possibilities of one day being killed by another martial artist.
But as he began to reveal his brilliance on the path of the blade,
and was even hailed as Grindstone Star's number one blade prodigy, such thoughts gradually faded away.
Yet today, that feeling had become incomparably real.
"Pfft."
Just as Dao Yi's mind replayed his entire martial life like a film,
a searing pain came from his chest.
A hand with sharp black nails held a still-beating heart.
"You have tempered your body with blade qi for years, and your blood and qi are vigorous.
You are perfect as the main ingredient for refining my Flesh and Blood Treasure Pill."
At that moment,
Dao Yi's consciousness gradually blurred, yet he clearly heard Mo Mingzi's incomparably cruel words.
And
he saw that seemingly delicate face, which was in truth like that of a devil.
"As expected, all the scum of the Wuji Demonic Sect should..."
Muttering, Dao Yi spoke his final words.
Then, his consciousness sank into darkness.
Clang!
Very soon, Mo Mingzi casually waved his hand, and on the ground before him,
a pill furnace wreathed in black smoke appeared, engraved with the image of vicious fanged ghosts.
With another wave of his hand, Dao Yi's corpse, along with that still faintly beating heart, was tossed into the pill furnace.
That was not all.
It was accompanied by poisonous creatures such as
centipedes, scorpions, and venomous snakes.
As well as a black, viscous liquid.
Black demonic fire licked at the bottom of the pill furnace.
A Flesh and Blood Treasure