Seventh-Tier Divine Sword

Several Nascent Soul Demon Race cultivators, grievously wounded, remained in the plaza. Watching Gao Xian blast the three Spirit Transformation cultivators to death, every one of them was so terrified they nearly wet themselves.

One clever turtle demon cried out frantically for mercy. At this point, he could no longer care about the distinction between humans and demons; he only wanted to stay alive first.

The other Nascent Soul demon cultivators hesitated somewhat. It was not that they feared death, but they felt that begging for mercy would be useless.

Gao Xian did not care what the demon cultivators thought or did. With a sweep of his long sleeve, he collected them all into the Blood River Celestial Venerable Transformation Origin Book.

He also gathered up the residual souls and essence blood left behind by the Spirit Transformation demon cultivators.

Now that the Blood River Celestial Venerable Transformation Origin Book had advanced to a sixth-rank Divine Artifact, these remnants of essence blood and souls were of negligible use, but they still should not be wasted. Besides, cleaning things up this thoroughly was environmentally friendly and could keep the demons from mutating into Evil Spirits.

After dealing with these trifles, Gao Xian drifted over to Yin Sujun and the other women. He gave Yin Sujun a slight smile. "At last, I've dealt with a few demon cultivators. Consider it helping you vent your anger, Fellow Daoist."

Yin Sujun said solemnly, "Three hundred years apart, and Fellow Daoist has already perfected your primordial spirit, your divine powers boundless. Admirable, truly admirable."

She was not merely being polite. Jin Zhongyuan and the other Spirit Transformation demon cultivators had all been exceptionally formidable; she was not confident of defeating any one of them.

Yet all four Spirit Transformation demon powerhouses had failed to last