The second soul imprint had been laid down with corpse qi. It was his own fault for failing to see just how wicked the villain truly was, and getting stabbed in the back by a sinister, venomous scoundrel.
Those two soul imprints had already rankled him. And Xu Yi wanted to go even further? He must be dreaming.
But Huang Mei had never dreamed Xu Yi, that bastard, would still dare to strike him when he hadn't even found a way to survive—at this critical moment, no less, while Huang Mei was saving his life! He had even refined a forbidden art. Heaven above, how could you stand by while a bastard repaid kindness with treachery?
Huang Mei's resentment threatened to pierce the heavens.
Xu Yi had no time to spare for Huang Mei. He stepped onto his Qingyun Shoes and prepared to flee. Just then, roiling dark clouds blotted out the daylight and turned it into night.
The middle-aged man with yellow hair and the others had just broken out of the sealed corpse-dominion space. Staring at the sky, as dark as night itself, each wore an astonished expression.
"Eldest Brother, it wasn't like this when you went through the Ninth Tribulation of Lightning, was it?"
The white-browed cultivator asked in a low voice.
His words immediately sparked a discussion. Now that the lightning tribulation had arrived, they had no intention of wasting their efforts. Without a protective array, nobody could possibly withstand the Ninth Tribulation of Lightning.
"Eldest Brother was a first-step Purple Corpse. I personally saw him go through the Ninth Tribulation of Lightning. Honestly, the spectacle wasn't nearly as grand as this kid's. No wonder that person was willing to pay such a price. This really is a monster."
"This man's fate is a pity. With