Amid the endless chain of volcanoes, atop a crater, fire poison raged without cease. A red-robed figure stood with her hands behind her back upon a massive boulder. As she listened to the report from the black mist before her, a glint of icy coldness flashed through her eyes.
Before the woman, a towering member of the Greedy Evil Clan stared gloomily at the black shadow. The pressure of the Mahayana Realm flickered around him, as though he were suppressing his fury.
"Holy Lord, those cultivators of the Eternal Continent all deserve to die. Please allow me to lead the Greedy Evil Clan's experts and wipe them out!"
the burly man said darkly.
Yet Blood Rhyme, standing atop the giant rock, wore an amused smile. Once the black shadow had finished speaking, she raised her slender hand and lightly pointed forward. The black shadow immediately let out a miserable howl as the power of greed within its body erupted and continuously transformed.
Streams of sinister runes emerged around the black shadow. The emotions of greed, wrath, delusion, hatred, love, evil, and desire spread through them, until the black shadow finally transformed into a blood bead no larger than a fingernail.
Watching Blood Rhyme's actions, the enormous single eye of the Greedy Evil Clan burly man abruptly contracted. The words he had been about to say were forcibly swallowed back down.
"The Sword Burial Sect does not possess such power. And I sensed the aura of the Heavenly Desire Realm. You think you can kill him alone?"
"What a fool's dream."
Blood Rhyme merely smiled. With a beckoning gesture, she drew the bead into her hand and played with it briefly before casually tossing it to the burly man.
Seeing the bead in his hand, the man's pupils constricted, his eyes