As Liu Wenyuan's body turned into a mass of clear and turbid energy, the heads of the white-robed scholar and his companion rolled to the ground. The next instant, the clear energy that Liu Wenyuan had become shot straight out the window. Then the mangled corpses of Liu Qingping and the white-robed scholar floated into the air and were burned clean by a ball of flame, turning into wisps of smoke that drifted out the window. At once, the resources scattered across the floor vanished.
The killer's methods were flawless. Not the slightest sound had been made, as if a spring breeze had swept in and then quietly swept away again, without carrying off even a single withered leaf.
"You've got more and more guts, kid. I'll be honest, my heart's still pounding. The less we do this sort of thing, the better."
As soon as they escaped Liu Wenyuan's mansion in the Netherworld Forbidden Area, Huang Mei relaxed and immediately began to complain.
Xu Yi ignored him, hurriedly replenishing his spiritual liquid and pills.
To ensure an instant kill without making a sound, Xu Yi had used the Ding Yuan Technique three times in a row. Of course, the backlash from the strike that had immobilized Liu Wenyuan had been the most severe.
On top of that, the backlash from the other two uses of the Ding Yuan Technique had also been magnified.
At that moment, his body was terribly weak, but his heart was full of excitement. He had actually pulled it off.
Huang Mei was right. This operation had been far too dangerous.
The main risk had been how little they knew. If there had been one or two more ghost-immortal experts there, Xu Yi would have had to return empty-handed—and might even have exposed himself.
But