One Sword Flash Across Nineteen Continents!

Whether it was Tang Hao, the lord of the plane, or the Abyssal Sage King, lord of the Abyssal Plane, either of them could crush him.

Even if he kept devouring, he did not have enough resources, and he would have to constantly worry about Tang Hao making a move.

Not to mention...

The Immortal Path far surpassed a divine-position system like the Douluo Plane.

There was no way he would pass up something good...

To choose trash instead.

Then Cao Xin cast those stray thoughts aside and turned his gaze toward the unremarkable general store.

At that moment, the two Evil Soul Masters disguised as guards outside the stronghold were stunned when they saw Cao Xin appear there alone late at night. Then, greedy looks appeared in their eyes.

The two wore tattered gray robes and leaned in the shadows beside the general store's entrance. At first glance, they looked like beggars, but they were actually Evil Soul Masters guarding the door.

Recently, many of the brothers who went out to act had died, leaving everyone too frightened to make a move.

As a result, their cultivation resources had grown scarce, and they had not gained any fresh living creatures for quite some time.

Although they did not know why this child had appeared here in the middle of the night...

They were Four-Ring Soul Ancestors!

Wouldn't killing a child be effortless?

"Jia Seven, I want this child!"

The tall, thin man on the left spoke first, his yellowed eyes greedily locking onto Cao Xin.

"Jia Eight, what do you mean by that?"

The short, burly man on the right spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Then, the two immediately began arguing over who would get Cao Xin.

"You know perfectly well what things have been like in the sect lately."

"I've been holding back for so long. Now that I've finally got some fresh meat to replenish myself with, what's wrong with that?"

Jia Seven said righteously.

Jia Eight sneered.

"What?"

"Am I not lacking too?"

"I'm telling you, this child is mine!"

He took half a step forward and hunched slightly, as though afraid the person beside him would snatch Cao Xin away.

Jia Seven immediately glared viciously at Jia Eight.

Jia Eight glared right back without yielding in the slightest.

In the end, Jia Seven sighed softly, as though he were painfully giving up some precious treasure.

"How about this?"

"I get the child's soul, and you get the body."

Jia Eight hesitated for a moment, then looked at Cao Xin again. He felt that getting the flesh and blood was still a fair deal.

"Fine."

Just after the two had finished dividing him up...

Cao Xin arrived before them.

His steps remained unhurried, as if he had not heard their bloody discussion at all.

Jia Seven was stunned as he looked at Cao Xin, who had delivered himself to their doorstep.

Then a sinister smile spread across his face, his yellowed eyes bulging slightly with excitement.

"Good!"

"Such a good boy!"

"Since you little brat are so sensible, I'll give you a quick death."

As he spoke, he had already raised his hand.

But the next second, a sword cry rang out.

The sound was extremely brief and faint.

It was almost inaudible amid the night wind.

Two corpses fell.

The greedy, excited smiles from moments ago remained frozen on Jia Seven and Jia Eight's faces.

Cao Xin withdrew the Ruthless Sword.

With a casual activation of [Alchemy Furnace], he turned the two into two Upgrade Pills and stored them within the Alchemy Furnace.

Then he stepped over the threshold of the general store and headed toward the entrance to the underground passage hidden behind the dilapidated shelves.

Just as Cao Xin entered underground...

A burst of boisterous laughter, curses, card-slapping, and clinking cups came from the iron door at the end of the passage.

He descended the final stone step, raised a hand, and pushed open the iron door. The sight before him made him pause slightly.

The underground space was unexpectedly vast.

It was brightly lit.

Several soul-tool chandeliers hung from the ceiling...

Illuminating the entire hall as brightly as day.

The four walls were built from rough stone bricks. Several long tables stood in the center, their surfaces strewn with scattered cards, wine bottles, and leftover scraps of food.

A group of Evil Soul Masters sat around the tables, drinking and playing cards.

Some were bare-chested, while others had twisted scars across their faces. Thick resentment and the stench of blood mingled with alcohol and smoke, dyeing the underground space into something like an Asura tavern.

Cao Xin was slightly stunned as well.

If he had not been able to sense the unique resentment and bloodlust emanating from them, he really would have thought this was merely an ordinary underground gambling den.

Of course, this place was usually quite deserted, with few people around.

That was because Cao Xin had killed too many Evil Soul Masters.

As a result, they had all begun cowering inside their strongholds, and some had even fled here from smaller strongholds to seek refuge.

Thus, the hall that had always been empty was now packed full.

And with Cao Xin's arrival...

The noise, the card slaps, and the clinking cups all stopped abruptly the instant the iron door was pushed open.

Dozens of eyes turned toward the entrance at once, looking at the youth standing beneath the dark red light.

The next moment, those gazes changed.

Their initial shock and confusion quickly faded.

Greed replaced them.

Their pupils glowed green.

As though they were appraising a delicacy that had delivered itself to their door.

Normally, if they craved something, they could simply go out and kill a few people. But now, they had been scared into hiding here, their cultivation resources dwindling by the day, and their suppressed urges had naturally grown stronger and stronger.

Those living creatures that had once been theirs for the taking...

They now dared not touch so easily.

Now that a child had suddenly appeared before them, the evil thoughts they had suppressed for half a month surged forth, nearly sweeping away all reason.

However, some were a little more cautious. An Evil Soul Master leaning against the corner wall, his face withered, frowned and spoke.

"Where are Jia Seven and Jia Eight?"

"How could they let a child come down here?"

A trace of suspicion crossed his mind.

They were all Evil Soul Masters.

Each one was more selfish and self-serving than the last.

If it had been them...

They would never have let such nearby prey go.

At that moment, another Evil Soul Master waved his hand.

"Those two probably couldn't hold back anymore and went somewhere else to hunt for wild game."

The other Evil Soul Masters nodded as well.

They did not believe that the child before them could kill Jia Seven and Jia Eight.

After all...

What threat could a seven- or eight-year-old child possibly pose?

Then, one Evil Soul Master who could no longer restrain himself slammed a hand onto the table and rose to his feet, his voice hoarse and frenzied.

"I can't take it anymore!"

As he spoke, he lunged straight at Cao Xin.

And the moment he moved...

He lit the fuse on a powder keg.

The other Evil Soul Masters all sprang up.

They rushed toward Cao Xin in a frenzy, letting out excited, savage howls, terrified that if they were even a moment too slow, they would not get so much as a drop of blood.

Cao Xin looked at the scene of demons dancing wildly and merely slowly summoned the Ruthless Sword.

The next moment...

Snow suddenly began to fall throughout the underground space!

Vast white snowflakes descended soundlessly from the void, covering everything.

The snow was not cold, yet it carried an air of all things returning to silence, as though time itself had frozen in that instant.

Then, Sword Flash Across Nineteen Continents!

An incomparably clear sword radiance spread in every direction like pouring moonlight, soundless yet carrying an irresistible killing intent.

In but an instant...

Nearly a hundred Evil Soul Masters were slain by a single sword strike.