"You have impressive skills."
Prince Jing's son, Jing Yuxing, spoke.
The soul was easily affected by a martial artist's blood and qi, especially before becoming a Ghost Immortal.
They could be burned away by blood and qi just by getting close to a powerful martial artist.
Yet this person had circled around their group of martial artists and precisely severed the cords suspending their jade pendants, without being affected in the slightest.
His soul cultivation might be just one step away from becoming a Ghost Immortal.
Could one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals be about to gain another member?
Hong Yi did not answer.
The Flying Sword simply hovered silently before them, as if it might strike at any moment.
The atmosphere grew tense.
"Forget it. For your sake, we'll let this go."
Yang Tong exchanged a glance with Jing Yuxing.
They had even stronger guards behind them.
But with this person's speed, he could slaughter them all before the hidden guards arrived.
They believed that even if they died, the Wild Daoist would certainly meet his end, but they would still be the ones who lost their lives.
They would endure this for now and settle the score later.
"Thank you. As a token of my appreciation—"
Hong Yi wrote a few words in the snow.
Then the sword qi crumbled, turning into several strands of golden qi that sank into their bodies.
The guards were terrified and prepared to risk their lives fighting this strange powerhouse, but Yang Tong stopped them.
"Thank you."
Yang Tong could feel the golden qi slowly regulating his internal organs after entering his body.
Even his breathing felt a little easier.
This skill might be a little inferior to that of the senior physicians at the Imperial Medical Academy, but not by