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Yang Xiao stood beside the demon's corpse. The wounds on his shoulder, beneath his ribs, and on his leg were still bleeding.

He did not hurry away. Bending down, he dug a gray-blue Demon Core, almost white, out of the corpse. It felt unexpectedly cold between his fingers.

He weighed it in his hand, tucked it into his robes, then drew out a wisp of gray-blue Demonic Qi and fed it into the Qi-Gathering Bottle.

The runes on the bottle flashed once, then went dark.

Only when he turned around did he notice that the others were still poised to leave the cave. They had turned to look back and now stood frozen in place.

"..."

"What are you standing there for?"

Puzzled, Yang Xiao swept past them and headed outside with a light step.

He had been forced to work late into the night. At least coming away with two Condensed Demon Cores made it worthwhile. Right now, all he wanted was to get back and rest. He had no time to stand around discussing it with them.

"He... killed it just like that!?"

Even Lu Chenyue could not quite make sense of it.

Demons could awaken special abilities according to their kind, but their bodies were also monstrously tough and exceedingly hard to kill.

A snake could still bite after losing its head. Even a demon struck in a vital spot could lash out in return.

Not even they could have killed a great demon so swiftly and decisively.

Yet Yang Xiao had barely used a few moves.

Yan Tieyi was gradually growing used to Yang Xiao's astonishing ability to fight above his realm, and his expression showed little surprise.

He went straight to Gu Han's corpse near the cave entrance. Crouching, he turned Gu Han over and