Post-battle cleanup was always a delightful affair, because it meant harvest.
And this time, Zhang Yang's harvest was especially bountiful.
One Demon Commander, seven Demon Generals, 378 Demon Soldiers, 1,200 Substitute Soul-Chasing Ghosts, the goodwill of Guanshan Town's 3,921 villagers, and a Great Dream Sword Sect disciple who was barely clinging to life.
"What can I do to help you?"
Zhang Yang squatted down in front of Li Hanqiu. The other man was still vomiting blood without pause, blood seeping from every inch of his skin. He looked as though his final hour had arrived.
"Cough—I—I'm afraid—"
Li Hanqiu spoke in broken fragments, making Zhang Yang worry that he would die on the spot. He grabbed one of Li Hanqiu's arms and spread his Soul Domain over him. Soon, he understood the situation.
This man was truly a ferocious one. His Soul Meridian Sword Core was on the verge of shattering, while his Heart Meridian Sword Core had already been completely destroyed. But the worst was his Intent Meridian Sword Core. For some unknown reason, an utterly terrifying sword intent had taken up residence in Li Hanqiu's intent meridian, like an old cat guarding its prey, watching coldly.
Zhang Yang was no physician and could not bring the dead back to life, but he was a sword cultivator, and he had some expertise in treating injuries suffered by sword cultivators.
Thus, he released his Mountain River Sword Intent and enveloped the barely living Li Hanqiu with it.
Sword intent sounded lofty and grand, but in truth, it was not much different from a shrewish woman cursing someone out in the street.
The moment Zhang Yang's Mountain River Sword Intent pressed down, the terrifying sword intent lurking inside Li Hanqiu's Intent Meridian Sword Core instantly bristled. It was drawn out directly,