Watching the Training Hall disciple get beheaded and then dissolve into a pool of blood, Xiao Wuqing froze in terror. He had gone down the mountain on training missions before, but he had never seen anything like this.
The other man's words kept echoing in his ears, deepening his fear.
What kind of demon or monster would want to eat everyone in the Qingxiao Sect?
Li Qingqiu, however, remained calm. His gaze fixed on the pool of blood, where wisps of black energy began to rise, interrupting Xiao Wuqing's thoughts.
Xiao Wuqing immediately drew the Qingxiao Sword and braced himself for battle.
The wisps of black energy quickly gathered into a human shape—a pitch-black figure with three heads and six arms. Its true form was impossible to make out, but its silhouette alone was enough to fill anyone with dread.
Before the dark figure could move, waves of Sword Qi burst from within it, as though a dozen or more sword shadows had been thrust into its body.
Xiao Wuqing's eyes widened at the sight, and he instinctively looked toward the sect master.
The Sword Qi produced by different people was distinct. Cultivators, in particular, were more sensitive to it, and Xiao Wuqing could tell for certain that this Sword Qi came from the sect master.
Li Qingqiu had not simply killed the monster with a casual strike. He had used the Sword Qi of the Soul Seizing Flying Sword.
Thanks to Thousand Hammer Hundred Refinements, every time he practiced the Soul Seizing Flying Sword, he gained new insights. His technique was constantly improving.
Now, he had nearly perfected it. He could infuse the mysteries of the Soul Seizing Flying Sword into every strand of Sword Qi, bringing them together as one.
"You..."
The mysterious ghost clearly had not expected