Beneath the deep sea.
Within a hazy sphere of water floated a figure struggling weakly, surrounded by many emptied pill bottles.
"Another Decapitation Dao corpse..."
After dealing with the Gold-Swallowing Dragon, Xiao Kongtong continued onward with his senior, Water Ghost.
Along the way, he had lost count of how many corpses he had seen.
Most were trial officers at the Throne level, though there were Decapitation Dao practitioners as well.
It seemed that, aside from Taixu, no spiritual cultivator could endure the water spheres' increasingly terrifying force of spiritual energy extraction until now.
"Perhaps... this is the true Saint Slave..." Xiao Kongtong sighed soundlessly.
He killed too, but as Moon-Joining Immortal City's senior disciple, he rarely killed those weaker than himself.
For one thing, it was beneath him. For another, spiritual cultivators did not come by easily. Unless someone truly deserved death, unless it was his teacher's order, Xiao Kongtong could not be bothered to act and slaughter the innocent.
Yet now, following Senior Water Ghost through this deep sea strewn with corpses—dozens upon dozens of Throne and Decapitation Dao corpses—he had truly witnessed Saint Slave's dark side.
"Teacher entrusted Moon-Joining Immortal City's mission to me. Though I killed quite a few people while building the city and establishing its domain, clearing away obstacles...
"At least, every person who died beneath my sword was my equal.
"I remembered their names. And after they died, their companions truly did remember their names as well, remembered their past merits.
"But these people beneath the deep sea died without a sound, perished in silence.
"When all was said and done, they were merely cannon fodder sacrificed in advance in the struggle for the Great Dao."
Xiao Kongtong followed in silence, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He knew his teacher had already treated