Feng Biao was about to fly into a rage, but Xu Yi stopped him with a wave of his hand. "This is Miss Yan's cave abode. What are you doing here?"
The Red-faced Steward sneered. "It used to be. Not anymore. What does a useless slut need such a fine cave abode for? Heh, why am I even explaining this to you? Whoever you are, wherever you came from, get out. Now."
Feng Biao was scared out of his wits. He leapt up and kicked at the Red-faced Steward's chest, wishing he could tear the bastard limb from limb. The fool was clearly tired of living, daring to act so brazenly in front of this fiend.
Feng Biao's foot landed, but struck empty air. The Red-faced Steward was already in Xu Yi's grasp, dangling like a chick as Xu Yi clamped down hard on his throat.
The other three attendants were just about to move when three streaks of Sword Qi easily took their lives. They didn't even have time for their souls to emerge.
"No, don't!"
Before Feng Biao could finish shouting, the Red-faced Steward crumpled to the ground like a ragged sack, lifeless. A wisp of soul seeped out, only for Xu Yi to seize it in his hand. Two beams of red light emerged from Xu Yi's palm, forcibly extracting the Red-faced Steward's memories.
Feng Biao was on the verge of madness.
The thing he'd feared most had happened. The fiend had gone berserk and killed someone on the spot, clearly without a thought for the aftermath. He was going to make a huge scene at the Thousand Illusions Sect!
"Hong Shihu, you're something else. Thousand Illusions Sect, you're something else."
Xu Yi sneered. He crushed the Red-faced Steward's remnant soul and raced toward the southeast.
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