Outrageous!
Even the Illusion Annihilation Dao had become one of the good guys.
Xiang Yuan wore a strange expression. Since making his name, he had only encountered two inheritors of the Illusion Annihilation Dao: one was that crazy broad from the Wu family, and the other was Zhao Haoran, who had once treated him to a meal. Before leaving, both had left him incomplete Illusion Annihilation Dao cultivation methods.
Now that was what you called vision—these were angel investors who sacrificed themselves for others!
When other villains died, Xiang Yuan would rifle through their corpses and soon forget who they even were. Wu Wan and Zhao Haoran were different. They had left behind the Illusion Annihilation Dao inheritance, so Xiang Yuan would remember them forever.
Was this not a kind of immortality? They had not died; they had merely changed the way they lived.
Xiang Yuan inwardly cried out at the absurdity of it all. Just as he rejoiced at finding such a fortuitous opportunity, he remembered the Soul-Losing Banner Cold Blood had torn to pieces. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, then cursed the other man all over again.
You bastard, look what you've done!
The Soul-Losing Banner and the Forlorn Bell were both treasures designed to restrain Primordial Spirits.
According to the scattered words Zhao Haoran had left behind, when the two were combined, they formed a passionate combo technique of soul-losing and spirit-shattering.
Well, that was that—the bond was gone!
"Forget it. Why am I arguing with an insane devil...?"
Xiang Yuan strode toward Chan'er, muttering under his breath, still unable to let it go.
The Soul-Losing Banner had been controlled by You Shanxian, while the Forlorn Bell had been in Zhao Haoran's hands. The latter was more powerful and was Zhao Haoran's trump card,