I Am the Emperor. Do I Owe You an Explanation?

Chen Xia withdrew his sword. He knew the man was powerful, but the earlier bombardment had left him battered and his aura in disarray.

With no will to fight, the man had been slain by Chen Xia's sudden burst of power.

Given Chen Xia's current strength, killing a Fusion cultivator was nothing unusual.

Otherwise, all the power he had spent so long cultivating would have been for nothing.

Besides, the man had been off balance. Killing him was only to be expected.

Seeing that the general was well and truly dead, Chen Xia waved his right hand, took the storage ring, and collected the Negative Energy.

[Negative Energy +12 million!]

"Not bad. That's a lot!"

Chen Xia watched the number on the panel rise, the corners of his mouth lifting.

As expected of a Fusion cultivator, the Negative Energy he provided was considerable.

The man's storage ring also held eight million Star Essence Stones, along with gold, weapons, Dharma Treasures, and all manner of other items.

Chen Xia glanced through it but paid little attention.

He already had abundant resources and lacked nothing.

Ordinary things held no interest for him.

One item, however, did catch his eye. Chen Xia took it out and examined it in his hand.

It was a red stone containing a small amount of Flame Law.

It was not an inheritance left by a powerful cultivator, but something closer to a natural treasure.

It contained three strands of Flame Law that he could absorb.

As for the Fusion cultivator, Chen Xia sensed that the man had mastered thirty strands of Sword Dao Laws.

But before dying, the man had scattered them.

That was easy to understand. Not every fallen expert left behind a Martial Dao Source. If someone consciously erased the laws within him,