After killing Kong Tengyun, Xia Duoze was distraught and collapsed onto the ground.
Xu Yi said, "Brother Xia, you should hurry back to your sect. Who knows what kind of commotion the shattering of Kong's soul token will cause?"
Xia Duoze scrambled to his feet and vanished in a puff of smoke.
As an Outer Sect Disciple of the Taiqing Upper Sect, how could he not know that the children of great Aristocratic Clans all had soul tokens? Once a soul token shattered, an investigation was certain to follow.
If he stayed here, he would be as good as dead. Only by returning to the Taiqing Upper Sect could he feel safe.
Bai Laoping lowered his head, cursing Xu Yi's sinister scheming. He could see it plainly: this demon had started it all, yet had made Xia Duoze deliver the final blow that killed Kong Tengyun.
A trace of Kong Tengyun's deathly aura clung to Xia Duoze. Even if the Sacred Clan's court sent people to investigate, they would surely go after Xia Duoze, not come here.
As soon as Xia Duoze left, Xu Yi casually looked west and thought, At last, they're here.
He had spared Bai Laoping precisely so he could send word.
Though he had wiped out Xia Tengyun and Young Master Bai, and set Xia Duoze up, the fury blazing in Great Demon Xu's heart had yet to die down.
If he didn't uproot the Bai family, the ones who had started all this, how could he put out the fire in his heart?
They came at tremendous speed. In a dozen breaths, more than twenty cultivators had gathered like a dark cloud, then streaked over as a beam of light.
Before they even drew near, an overwhelming pressure crashed down.
The oppressive feeling was like