"Human, you..."
Pfft!
The Divine Infant Sword grew to a hundred zhang long. Terrifying Six Paths Demonic Flame blazed along its length as it cleaved a Wind Kirin in two.
Boom!
The enormous Qilin head crashed down, and the area nearby seemed to suffer a minor earthquake.
Yao Blood flowed everywhere in torrents. In the future, this place would surely become a treasure land.
After all, this was the blood of a seventh-tier Yao Race beast!
Feng Yingyue saw this scene, yet her face showed no emotion. Clearly, she had long since become numb to it.
During this period, she had followed Wood Daoist deep into the Yao Race Territory and witnessed the other side acting a hundred, even a thousand times more recklessly than they did among the Human Race.
The Yao Race members left behind could only be said to have suffered catastrophic misfortune. Not only had their Clan Suppressing Treasures been taken, but many who could not swallow their anger and pursued them had even ended up as materials in Wood Daoist's hands...
By now, fewer and fewer Yao Race cultivators dared to give chase.
This seventh-tier Qilin was a rare hardheaded fellow. Relying on his profound cultivation, astonishing escape arts, and a rare treasure protecting him, he had pursued them... Unfortunately, the result was no different from before.
"It's time to leave..."
Fang Xi put the Wind Kirin's corpse into the carriage and sighed. "What I've done has already exceeded the Yao Race's limit... If this continues, a True Spirit Level Existence might specifically target me..."
"Yes!"
Hearing this, Feng Yingyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that Wood Daoist had not lost his reason.
"Where are we heading next? Back to the Human Race from Three Realms Mountain?" Feng Yingyue asked respectfully.