Just as he sneered and watched Ye Tian prepare to flee, the smile on his face turned to despair. A bloody hand rose from the ground and firmly seized his body.
"Die!" Ye Tian roared, and his fist struck the ghost official squarely.
"No!" The ghost official let out his most despairing cry, but his spirit body had already begun to dissipate. Had three hundred years of hard cultivation all been for this day? Helplessly, he formed one final thought. Suddenly, the bloody hand gripping his feet turned into a giant mouth and swiftly swallowed his dissipating spirit body, cutting off his last sliver of hope for escape.
The blood book hovering before Ye Tian rustled excitedly, letting out sounds of joy and delight. Watching the once-arrogant ghost official get devoured by the blood book, Ye Tian could not help throwing back his head in laughter. "Dead now, aren't you? Let's see who still dares call himself an immortal!"
Wild joy and killing intent clouded his mind, making his laughter ever more crazed. The blood-red ferocious aura around him also grew increasingly terrifying.
Two figures approached from afar. They were Xia Yancai and his wife.
From afar, Xia Yancai looked at Ye Tian, who resembled an asura from hell, and sighed toward the heavens. "What a tragedy, Brother Ye. It would have been better if you had died. But you had to go mad instead. What are we supposed to do now? What do we do?"
After saying that, he spread his hands and looked helplessly at his wife beside him.
His wife glared. "He ruined our quiet cultivation. It's already because he looks somewhat pleasing to me right now that I haven't chopped him up. Don't even think of asking me to save him."
Xia Yancai shook his head