Every time they watched Xu Yi kill someone, all the powerful cultivators—including the high-cheekboned old man—felt an unreal, almost dreamlike sense of disillusionment.
A Condensed Liquid Realm cultivator killing someone in the Soul Sensing Realm—even with cunning tricks, couldn't he at least make it look less effortless?
The people who had originally been under the high-nosed middle-aged man's command still hadn't come to their senses. They had no idea what was going on.
A disciple killing a fellow disciple—and even drawing all these people over to watch?
In an instant, everyone's thoughts descended into chaos.
Before long, voices rang out as they communicated by voice transmission.
Though the two groups were led by different Tianyi Dao cultivators, most of their members were fellow disciples. They had been scattered too far apart during the fighting for disciples of the same sect to remain together, so it was inevitable they would run into each other here.
With their fellow disciples explaining what had happened, Xu Yi didn't need to say a word. In a flash, everyone understood the whole story and cursed Tianyi Dao for its shamelessness: it had made empty promises and sent them all on a wild-goose chase.
Xu Yi put on a troubled expression and called out, "My young master had his reasons for acting as he did. He would never let you all toil for nothing."
As he spoke, he tossed the Sumeru Ring he had taken from the high-nosed middle-aged man to the hemp-clothed middle-aged man. This was the very man who had spoken up first and misled the high-nosed middle-aged man. Xu Yi was only too happy to let them compete for credit; tossing him the Sumeru Ring was just adding fuel to the fire.
Then he added, "Take this as compensation for your losses. If