A Generous Gift?

Shen Hui glanced sideways at Xu Ye and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"You have methods to harvest her essence, so why did you run away earlier?"

Xu Ye scratched the back of his head and hemmed and hawed for quite a while, but in the end, he could not explain himself clearly.

Seeing this, Shen Hui did not press him. He merely shook his head and said:

"This woman acted without restraint and committed countless evils. Today, I will take her life."

Pei Wan trembled all over at those words and cried out fiercely despite her inner weakness:

"You dare! If my master learns of this, she will make sure you die without a burial ground..."

But Shen Hui did not wait for her to finish. Turning to Xu Ye, he asked:

"What cultivation is her master?"

Xu Ye thought for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure. Probably a Core Formation cultivator? The key is that her cultivation technique specializes in attacking the divine soul. It's extraordinarily vicious. They say those who fall victim to it do not even understand how they died..."

Shen Hui's expression did not change. He said mildly:

"Extraordinarily vicious? Heh. My sword is no less sharp."

Pei Wan seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world and let out a scornful laugh.

"What outrageous boasting! You think two broken swords of yours are enough to contend with my master?"

As she spoke, she pulled at the wound on her severed arm. The pain made her bare her teeth and grimace, yet she still forced a mocking expression onto her face.

"I'm telling you, if my master makes a move, let alone your paltry Dao Xing, even if ten more like you came, you would only be fit to kneel and beg for mercy."

Then