Wu Zhiqi died unwillingly, because he had uncovered a great secret—a secret enough to utterly ruin Su Xin's reputation. Alas, he would never be able to speak of it.
The instant that sword had pierced Wu Zhiqi's chest, Su Xin had used the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique to draw out the blood within his body.
Although Wu Zhiqi had been reduced to skin and bones, some essence blood still remained in his body. Naturally, Su Xin would not let such a good opportunity slip by.
Su Xin had never rejected demonic arts or anything else when it came to the cultivation methods he practiced.
For instance, the Indestructible Diamond Divine Skill and Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art he now possessed should be considered Buddhist techniques, while the Purple Mist Divine Skill originated from the Taoist School.
Adding the Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique to the mix was no great matter. Moreover, this technique was truly astonishing. He had merely absorbed the essence blood throughout the body of a severely wounded Wu Zhiqi, yet he already felt as if he had spent nearly a year in secluded cultivation. That was without even carefully refining it.
The power contained within the blood of a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist was exceedingly terrifying. Su Xin even suspected that if he could absorb the blood of eight or ten Yang Spirit Realm martial artists, he might directly rise to the late stage of the Yang Spirit Realm.
Looking at Wu Zhiqi's corpse, Su Xin let out a long breath.
No wonder the righteous factions of the Martial Arts World had insisted on wiping out the Blood Demon Sect. This Spirit-Shifting Blood-Exchange Technique was indeed terrifying.
You might cultivate bitterly for a year and a half without making any progress, only to gain such immense cultivation by killing one person.