Without another word.
Feng Quan turned and fled.
But no matter how fast he fled, he could not outrun a Divine Martial Realm expert.
A flash of bloody light.
A large head flew into the air, while the headless body charged forward some distance before collapsing to the ground.
Elsewhere.
Feng Xiu, whose heart had been ripped out, was already dead.
Dongfang Shuo stood where he was and reached out to draw something through the air. The blood in the two corpses surged toward his hand, as though pulled by an irresistible force.
In less than a breath.
Both bodies had become dried corpses.
At the same time.
The blood condensed into a single point, finally forming a Blood Pill that seemed almost solid.
Holding the Blood Pill between two fingers.
Dongfang Shuo opened his mouth and swallowed it.
“A Blood Pill formed from two Manifestation Realm cultivators is decent, but there's too little of it. A Blood Pill condensed from the essence blood of hundreds of thousands of people would surely let me break through several minor realms.”
He shook his head with some regret.
Then Dongfang Shuo recalled what he had seen earlier.
"That brat isn't ordinary, either. He's only in the Manifestation Realm, yet he actually made me feel pressured. That surging, powerful qi and blood is truly tempting. If my injuries had healed, I'd definitely have a taste.
"With several Spirit Martial Realm cultivators dead here, the people over there will probably go mad.
"My injuries haven't healed yet. I'd better leave first."
Immediately.
He vanished from the spot.
By then, Fu Moyan had already left the scene far behind and changed his appearance to one that would be utterly unrecognizable in a crowd.
Walking along the bustling street.
He stopped and started like an