Several days later.
At the spot where Xia Ping had first landed on Blood Soul Continent, a spacecraft now appeared in the sky as well. With a thud, it settled lightly onto the ground, kicking up dust everywhere.
Smack!
The spacecraft hatch immediately opened, and seven figures emerged from within. Each one radiated towering killing intent, their bloodlust flooding heaven and earth as though staining the sky red.
These seven were the famed Seven Killers.
To make thorough preparations for killing Xia Ping, they had arrived at Blood Soul Continent several days late, only reaching it now.
However, completing Blood Soul Continent's mission was impossible in less than several months, so they were not worried that Xia Ping had already finished his mission and left.
"We've finally reached Blood Soul Continent."
"Be careful. This place is Soul Clan territory. Every one of them is skilled in secret spiritual arts, and their methods are strange and unpredictable. If we let them get the better of us, we might not even know how we died."
"They say this is the burial ground of cosmic martial artists. No one knows how many have died here—it's enough to make people quake at the mere mention of it."
"But there's no need to worry too much. Lord Mad Slaughter bestowed some treasures upon us that can resist spiritual attacks. No matter how formidable those Soul Clan people are, they won't be able to harm us."
"As long as we find Xia Ping and slaughter him, the mission will be complete."
"Either he dies, or we die. There is no other choice."
A cold glint flashed in the Seven Killers' eyes. They had been implanted with restrictions by the Mad Slaughter Saint. If they failed to complete the mission and kill Xia Ping, they were as