Wang Xian's voice was very soft, as though he were speaking to himself.
The wind blew in from the street corner, lifting the hem of his robe and revealing the cloth shoes on his feet, caked in dust.
Truth be told, Wang Xian had always been the sort to kill without bothering to bury the dead!
Along his journey, from Heavenly Road to Phoenix City, and from Phoenix City to Azure Dragon Town in the Demon Realm, if the enemies who had died by his hand did not number a thousand, they numbered at least eight hundred.
He had never collected the corpse of a single enemy—
At most, a talisman would send whoever stood before him scattering into the wind as ash, reduced to dust without even a fragment of bone remaining.
Otherwise, it would have become unbearably tedious long ago!
The corners of his lips curled up slightly. His smile carried a trace of coldness, a trace of mockery, and a trace of indescribable desolation.
Ghosts' Bane paused. His narrow eyes narrowed into slits as he sized Wang Xian up and down.
He had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant—
A blind man actually dared to say such things to a peerless expert on the verge of reaching the Integration stage.
With a cold laugh, he said disdainfully, "You are the first person to be so arrogant in my presence!"
The spirit sword in his hand pointed at Wang Xian, as though it would cut off his opponent's head the very next moment.
"Is that so?"
Wang Xian drew a breath, his chest rising and falling slightly.
The smile on his face did not fade. Instead, it grew even brighter. "Let me guess. You're another one of your master's dogs—the bastard killed my innkeeper's entire