Five Profound Origin Skill

Mei Xiyue said coldly, "I only need to hold you here for now, then let him kill you. With no witnesses left, no one will know my Mei family was involved."

Duanmu Xi's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh? No witnesses left? Hahaha, you're too naive. You really think you can kill me?"

"Our Haoran Sect of the Confucian Sect has had seventy-two Sages and three thousand disciples from ancient times to the present, never one more or one less. Do you know why?"

"As long as my heart is devoted to the Confucian sages, no one can kill me, and I will never fall into the Nine Nether."

"No witnesses left? What a ridiculous joke!"

Mei Xiyue didn't understand what Duanmu Xi meant, but she knew that even if she killed him, it seemed it wouldn't matter. She had already been exposed.

She could tell from the arrogant look on Duanmu Xi's face.

Meanwhile, inside the space, Zhao Han used Blade Nether to kill the Scholar.

After the Scholar died, his soul left his body, but unlike in the outside world, it wasn't dragged away by some inexplicable force. Instead, it floated inside the living space.

That was because this was the System Space, a place as different from the outside world as heaven was from earth.

The Scholar's soul could only search for an exit in terror, until Blade Nether eventually absorbed it.

After absorbing the soul, Blade Nether received a great boost, and the Sword Soul possessing it cheered with delight.

Even Zhao Han could clearly sense that the Scholar's soul was far too powerful—nothing like that of an ordinary Divine Domain Realm Martial Artist.

"It looks like from now on, whenever I kill someone from the Haoran Sect—no, from the Four Great Holy Lands—I'll have