Forced to Bow Their Heads, but It Wasn't Over Yet

"They really showed no mercy at all."

Above the layered clouds, Huai Jin True Person watched Luo Yunxi thrust his spear again and again, pounding Yun Bietian before him into a complete pulp, and could not help clicking his tongue in amazement.

Though there was no written rule among cultivators, they still generally left one another a sliver of dignity in battle.

It was another rotten habit born of their pride and sense of superiority over mortals. Once most cultivators had confirmed that their opponent had died by their hand, they would stop desecrating the corpse.

Apart from those detestable demonic cultivators of the evil path, toying with a cultivator's corpse was considered taboo by the vast majority of cultivators.

Even mortals would find a place to bury their dead, lest the bodies be left exposed in the wilderness to be gnawed by wild beasts. If one had cultivated to the point of becoming less than a mortal, what meaning was there in cultivation at all?

To show respect for their opponents, and also to preserve the custom so that if they themselves met with misfortune one day, they too might receive a dignified end, most cultivators silently upheld this unspoken rule, though no one had ever openly stated it.

Thus, when they saw Luo Yunxi still ruthlessly battering Yun Bietian's corpse, quite a few of the cultivators watching nearby revealed traces of pity in their eyes.

"They're already rebelling against their own sect. If they don't see this through to the bitter end, wouldn't that leave a crack for others to worm their way through?"

Ye Xiu understood Luo Yunxi's actions. Or rather, as someone born on Blue Star, his way of thinking and values had never been those of a normal cultivator.

"He used hatred to drive his