Seeing Yan Changqing die, Ding Songyan did not immediately pull out the dagger. Instead, he pushed it deeper into the man's head and twisted it.
It was not that he hated him that much. He was afraid the former sect master of the Sage-Slaying Path was not thoroughly dead.
He could not even truss a goose-how could he withstand any more trouble? Even with one strand of "Qi" remaining, he had no confidence whatsoever.
When Yan Changqing showed no further signs of movement, Ding Songyan cautiously withdrew the dagger and inspected the corpse again and again.
Whew... At last, he relaxed and turned his gaze to the mass of Hundun Remains protruding from Yan Changqing's stomach:
A yellow sac-like object, seemingly filled with crimson flames, with a patch of darkness at the flames' core.
Without any hesitation, Ding Songyan first wiped the blade on Yan Changqing's Blue Round-Collar Robe, then stabbed the dagger into the mass of Hundun Remains.
Just as he had told Yan Changqing earlier, a divine object like this had to be eaten at the first opportunity. He could not leave even the slightest chance of someone else benefiting from it.
Besides, once he ate it, he would have the means to break the deadlock when facing enemies such as Ji Hanyi.
If Dingjiang Prefecture and the Xiaoming Sect could no longer tolerate him because of it, then as a Law Realm Martial Grandmaster, where in this vast world could he not go?
The dagger pierced the yellow sac as though entering rotten flesh. Ding Songyan exerted his wrist and swiftly sliced off a quarter.
He had learned from Yan Changqing's mistake and planned to eat a smaller amount first. If it was not enough, he could have another helping. He absolutely must not be assimilated by