Where Could It Be That Simple

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, the pontiff who had so grandly sworn to forge a vast enterprise was pierced through the chest by a single sword.

The vitality he had been so proud of had not failed to take effect.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiu's sword strike did not simply make it dissipate.

Sword qi spread outward in all directions, seeping through every limb and organ, battering his internal organs without end.

Amid the incessant wet tearing sounds, everyone watched the monster regenerate and die, regenerate and die, until it was forcibly melted into a puddle of blood.

"What are you thinking?"

Ye Xiu raised a hand and flicked Fu Ling on the forehead, snapping her out of it.

"Have you forgotten everything I taught you before?"

Fu Ling froze. It was not as though she had not searched through Ye Xiu's teachings in her mind. It was simply that whenever Ye Xiu had free time lately, he would hold lessons for everyone, teaching whatever came to mind. None of it was useless, but there was simply too much of it. For the moment, she could not find the relevant words...

"Don't let something that looks invincible scare you. In the end, this world still needs real blades and real guns to get things done. You're mortal enemies already—just treat whatever they say as farting."

Ye Xiu sighed. Looking at the lingering fear on everyone's faces, he could only feel that their mental resilience still needed strengthening.

"But, sir, what that guy said wasn't entirely without reason. If those Cult bastards really tampered with genes, we might truly have to spend a great deal of effort guarding against them..."

Only after being lectured did Fu Ling hurriedly add this.

She was no fool. The only reason she felt lost now was that,