"Shut up!"
Xia Ping's expression remained blank as he lightly tapped the soul of the Curse-Slaying Demon Saint once more with the Samsara Pen.
"Mortal, you actually dare to kill me?! Kill an immortal-level demon saint, and the Demon Race will never let you go! There will be no place for you in the entire universe! I curse you—I curse you to die a horrible death! A horrible death!"
The Curse-Slaying Demon Saint shrieked. Sensing death's approach, it was filled with boundless hatred. It seemed to want to launch one final curse before dying, taking Xia Ping down with it.
But how could Xia Ping possibly give it such an opportunity?
Boom!
The Curse-Slaying Demon Saint's hateful cries abruptly ceased. Its entire soul was ripped apart and utterly shattered by the Samsara Pen. The void itself seemed to have been pierced through, leaving behind a dark hole.
Streams of razor-sharp power erupted all around, continuously slicing through space.
"Too powerful."
Xia Ping sighed in awe. This was the Samsara Pen after its first seal had been undone. It possessed the power to slaughter an immortal-level demon saint, hook souls and seize spirits; even an undying body was of no use against it.
Moreover, it possessed supreme sharpness, capable of effortlessly rending the void. Its offensive power had increased severalfold, if not more.
However, wielding the Samsara Pen consumed far too much energy. Even with his boundless reserve of magical power, he could not sustain combat for long.
"It's over."
A hundred breaths passed in the blink of an eye. Xia Ping discovered that the Samsara Pen's first bronze gate had automatically repaired itself. One sealing chain after another regenerated, locking the gate shut.
The bronze gate, which had originally borne a huge hole, returned to normal as if countless particles