A bone-chilling aura spread, and the dense killing intent made the very air seem to glow faintly red.
The sudden question caught the old emperor off guard.
Xiao Fan stepped through the air.
Boom!
A visible shock wave surged in every direction. It was as if a hurricane had swept through the entire garden, hurling the armored guards with their swords into the air. They crashed down in every direction like scarecrows.
The young Daoist attendant holding the incense burner jerked his head up, while the maid carrying the jade tray fell to the ground, her face stricken with panic.
The jade tray shattered, and crimson pills rolled across the ground.
The white jade ring on the old emperor's finger glimmered again, but the thin barrier of light that had just easily blocked the shards of jade now seemed gravely damaged. It flickered erratically, as though it might go out at any moment.
Crack!
A shadow flashed. A hand easily crushed the thin barrier of light, fingers splaying to clamp around the old emperor's face.
As bones cracked, blood poured from the old emperor's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
With his true essence sealed, he couldn't even scream. He could only twitch and struggle like a fish out of water.
"Fellow Daoist, wait!"
The purple-robed Daoist's expression changed at last. Purple light flared at his fingertips as he pointed them at Xiao Fan.
"This pill was refined from mortals without the fortune or opportunity to cultivate immortality. It is not an evil technique!"
Whoosh!
Crimson blood spattered. The old emperor's deformed head was severed and left grasped in Xiao Fan's hand.
He turned to look at the purple-robed Daoist. Blood smeared across his face, lending him a savage, demonic air, while spiritual light flickered in his eyes.
"You eat people