Luo Xuan had cultivated the Dao for countless years and bore Tongtian's fire arts, yet he had no thought of revering living beings or obeying the Heavenly Dao.
Instead, he relied on his strength to bully the weak, using the supreme fire of an immortal god to overturn an entire royal city, burning homes, slaughtering the old and weak, roasting women and children to death.
Watching a whole city of humans wail and die miserably, turning into scorched earth, he instead felt delight in his heart, his vicious nature laid bare.
A cultivator with such a venomous heart, who wantonly slaughtered the living, defied heaven, and ravaged the people, had long since lost the very root of his Dao Heart, was soaked through with boundless Karmic Sin, and should have died long ago.
The instant his divine fire fell toward ordinary commoners, Yang Jian and Nezha had already decided in their hearts—
This fiend had to be killed without mercy.
The two of them had already quietly withdrawn from the battlefield, not competing with Princess Longji for credit. They silently circled around to the desolate mountain valley road Luo Xuan and his disciple would have to pass through, hid the spiritual light around them, restrained their auras, laid a soundless ambush, and waited quietly for the defeated foes to enter the jar.
In only a few breaths, two panicked streaks of smoky fire tore through the air—none other than Luo Xuan and Liu Huan, fleeing for their lives.
The two had only just swept over the valley and had not yet let out a breath when suddenly the wind and clouds froze, and killing intent locked down the void!
"Vile creature, you slaughtered the living! Today, don't even dream of escaping!"
The cold shout exploded through the valley, shaking the