What did the final Soul Tribulation Fruit borne by Little Tree taste like?
Within the Soul Tribulation Realm, Zhang Tie had not yet had time to savor it properly when the level-nine Devil Race Warrior beside him charged at him through the room, eyes bloodshot.
Just like the previous times, Zhang Tie casually pointed a finger at this fixed bit player. Like crushing an ant, a streak of Battle Qi shot from his fingertip, instantly blasting the charging Devil Race Warrior's legs into powder. Blood sprayed everywhere, and his room was instantly tainted with the stench of blood.
Amid the Devil Race Warrior's miserable howls as he collapsed to the floor, Zhang Tie leisurely opened his room door, calmly and unhurriedly went thump, thump, thump, thump down the stairs by the path meant for people, entered the living room below, took down an ornamental treasured sword hanging on the wall, and only then walked out of the house.
When Zhang Tie left the house, that two-legged Devil Race level-nine Warrior still resembled a character from a horror film before the Great Cataclysm—dragging his severed limbs, eyes blood-red, howling as he crawled on the ground and moved his body forward inch by inch with his hands, baring his fangs as he pursued Zhang Tie.
There was still wind outside. It was still deep in the night. They were still within the manor. Apart from the unrelenting miserable howls of the Devil Race Warrior behind him, everything around him remained silent. This was Xuanyuan Hill that belonged to Zhang Tie alone.
Everything before his eyes was much the same as the previous four times, as if nothing had changed at all. Thus, Zhang Tie held no particular hope for what this final Soul Tribulation Fruit could bring him. By this point, he