The Wind Falcon Demon King's burly body collapsed in full before Yang Xiao.
He drew the Shadowless Blade from his waist and sliced open its belly to retrieve its core without the slightest delay. In just a few breaths, a grayish-blue demon core bearing a pill pattern appeared in his hand.
Next, he repeated the familiar process, deftly drawing out a strand of demonic qi and storing it in the Qi-Gathering Bottle at his waist.
Feng Weibing walked over and stared at the dead Wind Falcon Demon King for a long while, then turned a dumbfounded gaze toward Yang Xiao's calm, composed face.
General Pei might not have come in person, but how could anyone say he was unconcerned about Baisha Commandery?
Clearly, he took the matter so seriously that the only thing left was to come himself.
Though they were both in the Pill-Pattern Realm, Feng Weibing judged Yang Xiao's combat strength to be far above his own.
That feat of taking a pill-pattern wind blade head-on would place him among the top three of Qingzhou's many deputy generals, at the very least!
Yang Xiao stowed the demon core, then surveyed his surroundings. Sensing that the winds still had not subsided, he looked toward Feng Weibing.
"The Demon King is dead. Leave this bit of cleanup to us."
Feng Weibing would never dare make Yang Xiao do manual labor like shifting sand and stones. He hurriedly said, "I'll call people over to clean up right away."
"Sorry for the trouble, then." Yang Xiao rose and walked away to take stock of his gains.
"All right." Feng Weibing nodded instinctively.
Two Sandridge Demon Cores from the Core Condensation Stage, a collection of lesser demon cores from the Qi Gathering and Liquid Condensation Realms, and one final pill-pattern demon core-these