Eating the Household Bare

"Hehahaha..."

The Purple Robe Old Man had a hole pierced through his brow by the Sword Qi, yet he did not fall. Instead, he let out a low, eerie laugh.

His body dispersed like smoke, then re-formed several yards away, fine purple runes appearing all over him.

"Your sword is indeed fast, but it's still not enough to kill me!" The Purple Robe Old Man looked at Qin Guan and sneered.

"Purple Mansion Netherworld Art. His Divine Soul resides in his Purple Mansion, not his sea of consciousness, and his physical body can shift between solid and insubstantial." Xuan Bo looked at the Purple Robe Old Man and spoke gravely.

"Exactly!"

The Purple Robe Old Man gave a sinister laugh. "I've already mastered the Purple Mansion Netherworld Art. The Blood Curse in those three women's souls is connected to the source of my Purple Mansion. If I'm killed, the Blood Curse will erupt in an instant, and their Divine Souls will be annihilated along with mine, never to be reborn!"

At this, the Purple Robe Old Man suddenly glared at Qin Guan. "You should be glad you didn't kill me just now. Otherwise, those three would have died with me!"

Thinking of that sword strike, the Purple Robe Old Man couldn't help feeling annoyed. He hadn't expected Qin Guan to be so rash and impulsive.

Meanwhile, on the third floor of the Little Black Tower, Qing Li lightly waved her hand. Three pills wreathed in Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds flew out, each bearing mysterious runes across its surface and emanating an aura that could purify all things.

"Go!"

Qing Li flicked her fingertips, sending the three pills straight into Nan Rou Bai You Xiao Man's mouths.

The pills melted as soon as they entered, turning into three warm streams of medicinal