Has Chen Yan gone mad?

Then.

The patient whose brow had been pierced by the Sword Soul suddenly opened his eyes. He quickly realized how he had changed and tried to roar.

Chen Changyuan's eyes were indifferent. He pressed down with one finger.

The small black sword hovering over the patient's mouth instantly plunged down, piercing his tongue and the back of his head.

The patient's eyes went wide. Enraged to the extreme, he tried to erupt.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

The remaining small swords all plunged into his body.

"Mm... mm!"

The patient, pinned down from head to toe, struggled with everything he had, but it was utterly useless.

Chen Changyuan was stripping away his power in an utterly cruel manner.

Chen Changyuan's body began to swell, his aura growing more and more terrifying, as though it might blow him apart at any moment.

Yet his eyes remained utterly indifferent as he watched coldly.

Before long, the patient's body collapsed like a leaking sack. Countless writhing lumps of flesh bulged beneath his skin, then rapidly shriveled.

He was the twelfth person to ascend from the Pure True Yang Realm. He had thought he'd already evolved to a lofty new state, only to have Chen Changyuan drain everything from him while he slept.

Chen Changyuan flicked his hand. The corpse on the hospital bed instantly crumbled into a cloud of ash and vanished.

He slowly walked out of the room, his breathing unsteady.

"I was still... too impatient."

Chen Changyuan did his best to suppress the Malice and Life and Death Aura within him.

After guessing that Chen Yan was still alive and would soon advance to the third realm of the Will Path, Chen Changyuan had indeed grown too impatient.

"Even if the Lord of Will values me more, he still won't care if Chen